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Kelly's Story

By: DekeJeffery



I love touching my pussy. I love the feeling of my most personal effect in my hand. I love bringing myself to orgasm by playing with my pussy. I love the feeling of being in charge of my own happiness. I love feeling my silken gift at my fingertips, and the feeling of intimacy that it provides for me. 

I've also had to learn to love all of those things.

I've come to love them over the last several years, as masturbation is my only true sexual outlet right now. I haven't had sex since my divorce, a little more than a year ago. We usually only had sex, say, during halftime of a game, and it was normally short enough in duration that each of us could take a shower before the second half begins. He also never bothered to go down on me. I asked, of course, but he refused to do so. Honestly, it made me feel uncomfortable in my own skin that a man, who said he loved me and found me sexually attractive wouldn't do that, yet normally would guilt me into doing it to him. To me, that's the ultimate showing of lust; putting your mouth on a place on someone else's body that you know it simply should not go. That is the absolute peak of craving another's skin. For me performing oral on him, however, it was never lust. It felt more like a chore.

This is my life now. Granted, I have two teenage daughters, whom I love dearly, and they are my reason for living. My marriage, however, was never a real marriage. It always felt more like a business arrangement. I know my husband loved me; it's just not the kind of love that I needed, nor that I wanted. I can't remember the last time I felt truly wanted by him, in any form. I also think he usually thought of someone else every time he was with me. 

This is going to sound conceited, and so help me I don't mean for it to, but I know that I'm attractive. I know because I've been told that my entire life. I'm in my early 40s now, and men, as well as women, have always been attracted to me. I've never suffered from lack of attention. I'm a blonde, around five feet tall, with large, beautiful, and natural breasts. I also have great skin, and nice facial features. I know I'm attractive because my ex-husband's friends have hit on me, even while we were still married. One of my girlfriends hit on me once, and even total strangers hit on me. I know it sounds immodest, but when you're told something over and over by many people, you tend to believe it. 

For the record, I never, ever cheated on my husband. The opportunities to do so were numerous, but I always honored my commitment to my husband. I don't have to leave for work until two in the afternoon, so I always had mornings and early afternoons all to myself. My daughters are in school, husband was at work, so I'm home alone all those hours. There were a couple of occasions that the temptation was nearly overwhelming, but I always resisted. 

Thank God for the internet. What an amazing tool it is; it's a library, it's a store, it's a party, it's a toy. All rolled into one. The unlimited possibilities that exist on the internet never cease to amaze me. It can also provide a great social outlet for those who aren't able to interact with people for one reason or another. Some people are shut-ins, some are horribly shy, and others are true life 'desperate housewives' – like myself. 

Several months ago, I began visiting an online message board for a TV show that I enjoy. I liked reading other people's comments on the show, and what they thought would or should happen next. Some people on the site I found more engaging than others, and I even managed to make a friend or two. Granted, those friends were in other states, and in one case another country, but it was always nice to see them online, and to talk with them. Then, I met him.

His screenname is irrelevant. What is relevant is the way I began to gravitate to him. I would see certain things that he would say, and he struck me as very intelligent, a quality that is sexy in and of itself. He also struck me as very sexual, and he also had a sense of humor that was all his own. Things that he would say online would set him apart from the rest. His line of thinking rarely fell in with many others, but that's what I liked about him. He tended to be somewhat ambiguous when he spoke of himself, so he was quite the mystery man. He and I exchanged a couple of posts back and forth, but nothing of significance; just small talk.

The online forum was set up in such a way that people could send private messages to one another. One morning, on a whim, I decided to send him an email. I didn't say much to him, just how I enjoyed reading his posts, and what he had to say. I waited for a couple of days, and there was no response from him, despite him being online since I'd contacted him. Finally, I got a response from him.

"Thank you for your nice words," the message began. "I'm not good at receiving compliments, but I'd like to pay you one in return. I think you're sexy. I've never even seen your face, but I like everything I've read from you. You tend to not say much online, which tells me you might be the shy type. Maybe there's a tigress buried inside the kitten you appear to be."

He got me again. He said that he found me sexy, despite having no idea what I looked like. That comment did more for me than any I'd heard for a long, long time. It made me feel wanted, and appreciated for who I was, not how I looked. He began to intrigue me even more. I even found myself thinking of him while I masturbated. I envisioned this faceless stranger, having his way with me. Every time he typed something, whether it was addressed to me or not, I found myself more and more infatuated with him. One thing I didn't like about him is how far away from me he lived. I mapped it out once, online, and determined that it would take him 19 hours to drive from his front doorstep to mine – and that's if he drove nonstop. 

Over the next several weeks, our online friendship began to flourish. We began exchanging emails frequently, as well as talking via instant messaging. Still, in all that time, he never once asked what I looked like. He even flirted with me, on top of that, making sexual innuendoes out of the most random things. Finally, I decided to take the initiative. I asked him if he would like to see what I looked like. "Sure," he typed back to me. I had a few photographs scanned of myself, so I picked the one I thought was best, and sent it to him. It was me, alone and smiling, looking in a direction just away from the camera lens. It could almost be construed as an artistic type of pose. I opted to send that to him through email, and I waited. He responded a few minutes later with a couple of photos of himself. One was simply a photo of his eyes, and nothing more. They were green and captivating, and the kind of eyes that spoke from the soul. The other was a photo of his tongue. His tongue was long, and it was tantalizing, almost tormenting. The text in his email only contained a simple phrase, but it was all I needed – "I want you." 

That's all he said – "I want you." My panties got wet just reading them. Here was this man who knew so little about me, yet wanted to be with me. I wanted to be with him, too, so I told him as much. I didn't just want to be with him; I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to have his cock inside me right then and there. I can't remember the last time I wanted anyone so badly. I was afraid that being so open would scare him away, as men tend to fear sexually aggressive women. They can talk a big game, but when push comes to thrust, they can balk quite easily. I was home alone that morning as usual, but even as I typed the words to him, I kept glancing over my shoulder to make sure no one was around, even though I already knew nobody was home. 

His response came quickly, and he felt no need to be subtle. "I want to fuck you, Kelly. I want to make you feel things that you weren't aware that you could feel. I want to put my cock in every orifice of your body. I want to taste your pussy for hours, until you think you can't stand it anymore. I want to fuck you until you can't even think. I want to come all over your face, your tits, your stomach, and inside your sweet pussy. I want to fuck you in every room of your house. I want to fuck you in public, for everyone to see. I want to fuck you in front of all your friends. I want to take you when you're not expecting it, and force you to submit to me. I want to make you my personal fucktoy."

I'd never been so hot in my lifetime. My panties got soaked at the thought of him doing all those things to me. My body felt alive for the first time in years, and my mind became consumed with thoughts of fucking this man whose real name I didn't even know. This wasn't me being a lonely woman, seeking fulfillment from any source. This was a reintroduction to primal lust. I wouldn't have known him if I walked right beside him on the street, yet my body burned for him. I excused myself from our online conversation so that I could fall to the floor and masturbate. I couldn't have stopped myself if I tried. I absolutely had to come at that moment. I pulled up the dress I was wearing, opened my legs, and rubbed my clit as hard and fast as I could. I couldn't come fast enough. I felt my hand covered in my own juices, and I imagined those same juices covering my fantasy man's face. My orgasm came quickly, and it was vicious – I loved it. My body was radiant with my thoughts of this man whom I would probably never meet. As that thought washed over me, I suddenly became very uncertain. 

For the first time in so long, I wanted something. I felt driven. I felt like I could be purposeful again. I'd been going through the motions in an unhappy marriage for so long, that I had lost my sense of worth. My girls always kept me going, but they didn't know how things were between my husband and me, and still don't. I found myself getting in deeper and deeper with this stranger, and now wasn't sure what to do. This was new territory for me. 

A few days later, during an online conversation, he asked me for my mailing address. He said he had something he wanted to have delivered to me. I had still never heard his voice, or even seen his entire face in a picture. I was extremely hesitant at first, because even though I was enjoying this fantasy, he was still a stranger. I'd heard so many stories about people meeting in person because of their meeting on the internet, followed by horrible events. I told him I'd have to think about it. I wanted to, I really did. I told him I'd think about it, and that I'd give him an answer the next day.

After sleeping on it, I decided to take the risk. I know I'm a normal person, or at least as normal as can be. I determined that not everyone on the internet wants to come and kill you. There are people out there who are just as normal as everyone else, and are just looking for a place to go, so to speak. I decided to roll the dice, and send him my home address. 

I sat down the next day, and composed a brief email to him, including my home address and phone number. I stared at it for a moment, nervously, and then clicked Send. The instant I sent it, I wish I hadn't. I became incredibly panicky, and suddenly wasn't so sure I had done the right thing. What if I had just made a huge mistake? What if I was wrong about him, and he did want to harm me or my family? The more the day went on, the more nervous I became. 

A few days went by, and I hadn't heard from him. This had become the norm, but this time it was different. I was hoping for some kind of acknowledgement that he received my email or not. Maybe he was traveling for his job, or maybe his computer was on the fritz. Who knows? That brings me to yesterday.

I was at my computer desk yesterday morning, going through emails and just perusing the internet in general, when I heard a knock at my door. I got up, and went to the door to answer it – no one there. I stepped outside, to see if maybe it was a delivery man who had left in a hurry. Still, nothing. I shut the door, and returned to my desk.

He must have let himself in, and then knocked on the door from the inside, to see if I was home alone. I sat at my desk for a few more minutes before it happened. A man, wearing a leather mask came seemingly out of nowhere, and was running towards me. He wasn't speaking, but he was breathing so heavily, that it almost came out as grunting. He dropped a small duffel bag just before he reached me. I tried to scream, but I was paralyzed – absolutely paralyzed. He grabbed me, and threw me to the couch behind us, the only sound in the air being his heavy breathing. Only his eyes, nose, and mouth were exposed by the mask. Everything was happening so fast, though, I couldn't get a glimpse at his face. I thought I had woken up in someone else's nightmare.

He was incredibly strong, and even though I tried to resist, I couldn't. He grabbed my wrists as I tried to fight back. He fell on top of me, and began kissing my neck. The harder I fought, the tighter his grip became. His body was draped on top of mine, and his muscular body was pressed against me, grinding his crotch against me. He began to tear at my clothing, ripping it from my body. I had worn a blue, long sleeve tee shirt that morning, jeans, and panties. He grabbed the collar of my shirt, and tore it. My breasts were now exposed, and he immediately put his mouth on my nipple, and began to suck. His hand still clamped my wrists, and I was so afraid now that I could barely move. His tongue began to lick my hard nipple, already in his mouth. I was beginning to feel powerless and weak.

I was being raped.

I had never felt this before, and I wasn't sure how I should feel. Moreover, I don't know if I should have liked it as much as I was. I said earlier that I was in charge of my own orgasms, but I felt like I wasn't now. I wasn't in charge of my own body, or my own home. Everything lay in the hands of this faceless stranger.

...this faceless stranger...

Surely, this wouldn't have been him. I wouldn't have thought him the type to do this, but maybe this was just one of his many surprises. I continued to resist him, but felt my reluctance waning. His mouth on me was nothing but passion and yearning for me, something I wanted for so long. He released one of my wrists, in order for him to unbutton my jeans. He tore at the button, and unzipped my jeans quickly to find my pink cotton panties underneath. His breathing accelerated as his hand slipped inside to touch my pussy. He was probably surprised to find it quite wet, as he slid a finger inside me. His face was turned away from me, and I had yet to see his eyes. 

His finger penetrated me furiously. I felt it slamming inside me while his mouth moved back to my nipple. He continued to suck my breasts, alternating between them, while his free hand continued to clamp my wrist. At that moment, I felt myself doing something that to date, I still cannot explain. 

My free hand, instead of attempting to fight this man-beast, gravitated over to my other hand, allowing him to easily clamp the two of them together and continue to hold me. I don't know if this was a product of my fear, or if I was feeling something now that I knew I shouldn't at a moment like this...yet, there it was.

"Bedroom," his gruff voice uttered. Nothing else. 

"Upstairs," I responded, scared of what was going to happen next, but afraid to not be honest with him. He pulled me up by my wrists, and forced me to the staircase leading to the second level of our home. I was still in fear, and my thoughts briefly turned to the safety of my daughters. He swiftly grabbed his duffel bag, and shoved me up the stairs. He smacked my ass repeatedly, as if he was herding an animal to its shelter. The stranger grabbed the random piece of fabric hanging down from what was left of my shirt, tearing it again and fully removing it from my body. He tossed it on the staircase as we reached the bedroom. He kept prodding me towards the king-size bed until I lay on it. The sound of his breathing was beginning to terrify me, yet at the same time, I was becoming less afraid. 

He knelt down beside the bed, and reached into his duffel bag, and when he looked up at me, I got to view his eyes for the first time.

They were green. And captivating.

He removed a scarf from his bag, and pulled my wrist to the top of the headboard. At this point, I did begin to fight. I was already in less control of things than I ever had been, but the stranger was attempting to take even more control from me. My resistance for naught, as he successfully tied my left arm above my head. He then straddled my face, still completely dressed, and grabbed my right arm. I could see through his clothing that he was completely aroused. He proceeded to tie my other arm to the bedpost with a second scarf, and I was now completely at his mercy.

His crotch was positioned just in front of my face, and I thought if I had a chance to get out of here, this was it. I could have head butted his crotch, and maybe given myself enough time to do something. I didn't; all I can remember is the feeling of helplessness and subservience I felt at that moment, with this strong man towering above me.

And liking it.

He wore a white dress shirt, and tan pants, with nice dress shoes. He began to tear off his shirt as if it were on fire. His chest was cut, and nearly hairless. It was clear from his initial attack on me that he had spent a lot of time in the gym, but I was now looking at the physical effects of it. My eyes were focused on his chest as he began to crawl down my body, hastily pulling my jeans down my legs, and tossing them to the floor. I lay before this uninvited guest nearly naked and vulnerable. 

Then the fear took over again.

"Are you going to kill me," I asked. Again, my thoughts turned to my daughters. He shook his head, while removing his shoes. I can't say I was fully convinced. "Are you going to rape me?

He held one finger to his exposed mouth, as if telling me to be quiet. He removed his pants, and his briefs, and he was now naked standing at the foot of my bed. His ample cock was already hard, and he could have inserted himself inside me at that moment. He began to slither back up my legs, kissing and licking them as he moved upward. My body was trembling at that point, and I had no idea what my fate would be. I pulled on the scarves that bound me again, in hopes I might be able to break free; no chance. They were taut, and I had no hope to break free. I began to fight off unconsciousness, as my body was giving in to terror. 

At that moment, I looked down at him again, and found his eyes looking up at me as his mouth reached my panties. He gripped them with his teeth, and began pulling them down and off of my body. His process was slow, almost methodical. The side of his shrouded face brushed by my slit, and as I watched and listened to him, I noticed something that I didn't expect.

His mask now shined with my juices. I was wet. Really wet. 

My pussy was soaked, and my nipples hurt they were so hardened. As his descent down my body continued, I felt my temperature rise, particularly between my legs. Where I once was giving in to fear, I was now giving in to excitement. My emotions were beginning to play tricks on me; shouldn't I be petrified right now? The truth is I simply wasn't. I even wriggled my body somewhat, to help him remove the panties from my body. Again, he began his ascent up my legs, letting his mouth be the guide. He moved much faster this time, arriving in between my quivering thighs. I could feel the leather of his mask pressed against my skin as he began to slip his tongue inside me. 

...his very long tongue... 

My back began to arch, as I pressed my pussy close against my assailant's face. He slid his arms under my legs, pulling me as close to him as he could, and he quickly located my clit with his tongue. He began thrashing my clit with his gift, and I'd be lying if I said he was anything less than masterful. He was in control of me, head to toe, and for now, that's what I wanted. My breathing began to speed up, and his heavy breathing hadn't stopped yet. Now, it was replaced by the muffled sounds of his happiness with my pussy in his mouth. He slid a finger inside me again, and began to fingerfuck me like a jackhammer. It felt simply amazing, and I began grinding my pussy again. My wrists continued to pull at the scarves that bound me, but it was for a different reason now. 


Kelly's Story



The first time they saw Kelly, they didn't really notice her. Their hair was still damp from their shared shower as they stepped out of their room. Kelly and her friends had just checked into the hotel and they were headed toward their room, talking and giggling. They glanced at the girls, but they didn't really see them. Just four more cute girls at Padre Island for spring break. They turned toward the elevator and went to dinner.

The next morning, Steve and Jen hit the beach at 9:00. They found a good spot, spread their blanket and rubbed suntan lotion on each other. Jen had on a tiny black bikini that barely covered her tits and ass. Steve wore a T-shirt and cutoffs. He didn't really like sitting out in the sun and he was a little self conscious about his weight, so he covered up a little. Jen didn't care; she liked him the way he was.

Even though it was early, the beach was filling up fast. They watched the girls go by. If Jen saw one she thought was hot, she would point her out to Steve. He did the same for her. With their mirrored shades, the were able to watch the girls with no one being the wiser. Besides, it was spring break. The girls were strutting their stuff on the beach for everyone to see and everyone one there was watching them.

When Kelly walked by this time, they noticed. Jen saw them first and she nudged Steve's leg with her foot.

"They're cute," she said.

"Yes, they are," he replied. "The one in the white bikini is really cute."

Kelly was cute. She was slender. Her legs looked good. The bikini was small, but not tiny. Her breasts were round and could only be described as perky. Her tummy was flat and she had a nice ass.

She glanced at the couple as she walked by and recognized them as the couple she had seen last night as she and her friends walked to their room. She wondered about them as she walked down the beach. The guy had long hair and a goatee and was older than the girl. Kelly guessed he was about 38, but she couldn't be sure. He might be older. The girl looked like she was about 26 and in the black bikini she was wearing, Kelly thought she looked hot.

A couple of hours later, Kelly was walking back up the beach. She was alone, this time. She had left her friends talking to a group of boys. The guys had been pretty obvious about hitting on them. Her friends had enjoyed the attention, but Kelly knew the guys weren't going to get any. She thought they were dumb and she told her friends she was going to go back to the room for a while.

Kelly saw they couple before they saw her. She noticed the woman nudge they guy with her foot. She felt a little quiver when the guy looked in her direction.

"They're checking me out," she thought. "Both of them!"

Kelly thought of herself as bi. Girls turned her on. She had kissed a few, but she'd never had sex with another girl. Without really thinking about it, she started drifting a little closer to them as she walked, putting a little more swing in her hips, standing a little straighter and pushing out her chest a little more.

The couple watched her as she got closer. When she was about ten feet away, Kelly smiled at them. They both smiled back and the woman waved at her. Kelly felt the quiver in her tummy again. 

As she stopped in front of them, Kelly thought, "Oh, God. What am I doing?"

"Hi," the woman said. "Would you like to join us? There's lots of room on the blanket."

Kelly said, "Sure."

As she sat down, she noticed that the guy was drinking a diet grape soda and the woman was drinking a diet orange soda. She thought that was a little weird. She wondered why they weren't drinking beer. Everybody on the beach who was old enough was drinking beer and a lot of the underage kids were, too. She had even had one earlier that some guy had given her.

"Would you like a soda?" the guy said. "We have a bunch of flavors, all diet."

Kelly said, "Sure. Grape sounds good." She giggled. "Grape soda," she thought. "How long since I had one of those?"

The guy reached into the cooler, pulled out a grape soda and handed it to her. "Here ya go," he said. "My name's Steve and this is Jen."

Kelly opened her soda and took a sip. She giggled again. "I'm Kelly. This is good. Nice and cold. Thanks."

"You're welcome, Kelly," Steve said.

Kelly felt that quiver again when Steve said her name. She looked down, a little self conscious. She was sitting cross-legged and her bikini bottom was stretched tight over her pussy. She looked up again. Steve and Jen were both smiling at her.

Jen said, "Where are your friends?"

Kelly realized that they had seen her walk by earlier, that they had noticed her and remembered her. She felt the quiver again. "Oh, God," she thought again. "What am I doing?"

She told them about her friends and the dumb guys. Then she said, "We're right down the hall from you in the hotel. I saw you last night when we got here."

"Hey, that's cool," Jen said.

"So," Kelly said, "Are you guys having fun?"

Steve answered her. "Oh, yeah. It doesn't get much better than sitting on the beach on a nice day."

"Watching all the pretty girls walk by," Jen said.

"She thinks I'm pretty," Kelly thought.

They sipped their sodas, watching the pretty girls go by. Kelly saw a blonde girl in a red bikini coming toward them. The girl had large breasts that bounced as she walked. She looked over at Jen. She was looking the other way, so she hadn't seen the blonde yet.

Kelly said, "Wow, look at her."

Steve and Jen looked over.

"Nice boobs," Jen said.

"Not bad," Steve said. "But you're cuter."

"Oh, God," Kelly thought. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"It's getting hot," Jen said. "I could go for some air conditioning. Wanna go up to the room? We've got stuff for sandwiches."

She was looking at Kelly. Kelly sipped her soda, stalling.

"Do I want to go to bed with them?" she thought. "Both of them?"

Steve took his sun glasses off and smiled at Kelly. She thought his eyes looked nice. Big and brown. She glanced at Jen.

"God, she's hot," Kelly thought. She nodded at Jen and said, "That sounds good. Air conditioning and a sandwich would be nice."

They finished their sodas and gathered up their things. As they walked to the hotel, Kelly walked beside Jen. She noticed Steve was holding Jen's hand. 

"I like them," Kelly thought. "they're sweet. I can't believe I'm doing this. Oh, God. I can't wait."

They got to the room and put the things away. Jen showed Kelly the ice chest with ham, turkey, cheese and bread. There was also mayo and brown mustard.

As they made sandwiches, Steve said, "I'm going to take a shower. Will you make me a turkey sandwich baby?"

"Sure," Jen replied.

She and Kelly made sandwiches, grabbed sodas and sat on the couch. Kelly listened to the water running in the shower. 

"He's naked," she thought. "Just a few feet away and he's naked."

She and Jen talked about the friends Kelly had come to the beach with as they ate their lunch. Before they finished eating, Kelly heard the shower stop. She thought about Steve stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel to dry off with. She had a hard time concentrating on her conversation with Jen. Steve stepped out of the bathroom. His hair was damp and he had on a different shirt.

Jen had finished her sandwich. She stood up and said, "My turn." She looked at Kelly. "You can wear one of my T-shirts if you want to take a shower after me."

Kelly said, "That sounds good. I could use a shower." she thought, "I want to be nice and clean when we go to bed."

She watched Jen grab a shirt and head for the bathroom. "Nice ass," she thought.

Steve got his sandwich and sat down on the couch where Jen had been sitting. Kelly finished eating and got up to put her paper plate in the trash can. As she turned back toward the couch, she raised her arms over her head, closed her eyes and stretched. She could feel Steve's eyes on her body and she pushed her chest out as she rose up on her toes. She walked back to the couch and sat down, putting one foot on the floor and tucking the other one under her as she faced Steve. He popped the last bite into his mouth and smiled at her as he chewed.

He swallowed and said, "Do you get high?"

Kelly said, "Yeah, sometimes."

"We don't drink much, but we like to get high. After you take your shower, we can smoke a joint, if you want."

"That would be cool," she said. "And it'll make this easier," she thought."

Jen stepped out of the bathroom. Kelly looked at her as she came into the room. She was holding her bikini top in her hand. Her nipples were hard under her T-shirt. Kelly watched as she walked over to a suitcase and pulled out another shirt. Jen turned, tossed it to Kelly and said, "Your turn."

Kelly caught the shirt, stood up and said, "Thanks," as she headed for the bathroom.

When she came back into the room later, she was nervous. She put her bikini top down on the desk and turned toward the couch. Her nipples were hard under the thin shirt. Jen was sitting where Kelly had been. She could either sit in the chair, or between the couple. The couch was kind of small, just big enough for three people.

"What the fuck," Kelly thought. "I'm going to go to bed with them. Might as well sit with them."

She sat down and Jen shifted to face her. Steve held up a joint.

"We usually smoke schwag," he said. "But, since we're on vacation, we got some kind bud."

He put the joint in his mouth and inhaled as he lit it. He held the smoke for a moment before exhaling. He took another hit and passed the joint to Kelly. She took the joint, put it in her mouth and inhaled.

"Careful," Jen said. "It's good stuff."

Kelly passed the joint to Jen, holding her breath. Jen took a hit and leaned over to pass it back to Steve. Kelly felt Jen's breast against her arm, felt her hard nipple. She exhaled and sighed.

"That's good," she said.

Steve took a hit and handed the joint to Kelly. They passed the joint around until it got too small to hold, then Steve put it in an Altoid's tin.

Kelly felt the pot hit her. She felt like she was floating. She leaned against Steve and said, "That's good shit."

Steve laughed and said, "Yeah, it sure is."

He put his arm on the couch behind her. Kelly put her hand on his thigh and thought, "I can't believe I'm doing this."

Jen said, "I am so stoned."

Kelly giggled. "Me, too."

Steve laughed and said, "Me, three."

Jen leaned forward and put her hand on Kelly's arm. Kelly looked at her and smiled. Jen's nipples were still hard.

"You're really cute, Kelly," Jen said.

Kelly said, "Thank you. I think you're hot."

Jen rubbed her arm softly. "You know, we'd like to go to bed with you."

Kelly nodded. "I figured that out on the beach. I've never had sex with a girl, but I want to. I've kissed a few. I've never watched anyone having sex before, or been watched. I like you guys. That's why I came to your room."

Jen leaned forward and kissed Kelly on the cheek. "I'm glad," she said. "This is going to be fun. I want to watch you and Steve, then I want to make love to you."

Kelly rubbed Steve's leg. "I'd like that," she whispered. "I want to make love with both of you."

Steve put his arm around her. She looked up at him. He leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. Kelly moaned and kissed him back. She moaned again when his tongue slipped into her mouth. He shifted a little and she felt his hand touch her breast. He squeezed it gently and the rubbed her nipple. Kelly arched her back, pushing her breast against his hand.

He was still kissing her as he moved his hand down her tummy. His hand moved under her shirt. She trembled as she felt him touch her breast. She opened her eyes when his mouth left hers. As she looked into his eyes, his thumb brushed her nipple and she groaned.

"So cute," he said and pinched her hard little nipple, pulling on it gently.

"Yes," she whispered. "Oh, yes."

Steve kissed her again as he played with her nipple. She pushed her tongue into his mouth. He broke off the kiss and pulled his hand from under her shirt. Kelly looked up as he stood up. He held his hand out to her and she took it in hers. He pulled her up and she stepped close a his arms went around her. She hugged him, pressing her body against his.

He leaned down and kissed her again. She felt his hand on her ass and she pressed against him harder. She could feel his hard cock. She moaned.

Steve put his hands on her waist and took hold of her shirt. Kelly let go of him and lifted her arms over her head a he pulled the shirt off her. He smiled at her as he looked at her bare breasts. She trembled as he touched her, sliding his hands up her body to her breasts.

He cupped her breasts in his hands, then rubbed her nipples. When he pinched them, she felt her knees grow weak. She leaned against him. Steve hugged her and picked he up. She clung to him as he carried her to the bed. He put her down and pulled the spread from the bed and stripped the sheets back and turned back to her.

Steve picked her up and laid her on the bed. As he pulled his shirt off, Kelly looked over at the couch. Jen had taken her shirt off and was touching her breasts. As Kelly watched, Jen smiled at her and pulled at her nipples. Kelly felt Steve get onto the bed. She looked up at him.

"He's naked," she thought. His cock is hard. For me. I made him hard."

Steve moved over her,, looking into her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her and she felt his cock against her hip. His tongue slipped into her mouth. They both moaned as they kissed. Then he was kissing her throat, moving down her body to her breasts. When he kissed her nipple, she groaned and arched her back.

He sucked her nipple into his mouth and Kelly gasped.

"Oh, God. That's good. That feels so good," she whispered.

The t had her soaring. Every sensation was enhanced. Her whole world revolved around Steve's mouth and what it was doing to her. She felt him take her nipple between his teeth and she groaned again as he carefully bit down on it.

When he started kissing his way down her body again, she almost pulled him back up to her breasts, but she stopped herself. She wanted to feel him between her legs, kissing and licking her pussy.

Kelly looked back at Jen. She had taken off her bikini bottom and was sitting slumped on the couch. Her legs were spread wide and she had one foot on the couch. Kelly watched as she fondled a breast with one hand and rubbed her pussy with the other. Her pussy was shaved bare. Her lips were bright pink and swollen. As Kelly watched, Jen slipped two fingers into her pussy.

Kelly felt Steve's tongue in her belly button. She looked down and put her hand on his head. His hair was thinning on top. She ran her fingers through his hair. It felt so soft. His goatee rubbed against her skin. It felt coarser, thicker. It tickled. She felt his hands grasp her bikini bottom and she raised her hips so he could pull it off. 

He tossed the bikini bottom aside and moved down near her knees. When he put his hand on her thigh, Kelly spread her legs. Steve moved between her legs and put his face near her pussy. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin. Her pussy was bare except for a little strip of hair.

She put her hand back on his head, urging him to start. She felt him kiss her next to her pussy. He kissed all around her pussy and then licked her. She was trembling in anticipation. He still wouldn't touch her pussy, he just kept kissing and licking all around it.

"Please, " she found herself saying. "Please eat me. Eat my pussy. Please."

Kelly felt Steve's hands move to her inner thighs, urging her to spread her legs more. When she did, he licked her pussy, running his tongue up the little slit.

She groaned and said, "Yes. Oh, yes."

Steve licked her pussy again and then kissed her clit. Kelly grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his face against her as she raised her hips. He licked her again, this time pushing his tongue between her lips. When he got to her clit, he flicked it with the tip of his tongue. She gasped.

Kelly turned her head to look at Jen. Jen was fucking herself with a big pink dildo. 

Steve sucked Kelly's swollen lips into his mouth and Kelly forgot all about Jen. She was close to coming and all she could think about was the wonderful sensations that spread through her body.

"Oh, God," she moaned. "I'm going to come. You're making me come."

Steve licked her, pushing his tongue hard against her pussy. When he reached her clit, Kelly came.

"Yes," she cried as she pushed against his mouth. "Oh, yes."

Steve licked and kissed her as she shuddered. Then he gently kissed around her pussy as she caught her breath. 

"Come here," she said. "Kiss me. I want to taste my pussy."

Steve moved over her. His lips shone with her juices. As he lowered his mouth to hers, she smelled her pussy. He kissed her and pushed his tongue into her mouth.

Kelly though, "Mmm. I taste good."

She felt his cock against her pussy. Steve broke off the kiss and looked at her.

"That was good," Kelly whispered.

Steve smiled and said, "That was wonderful, baby."

Kelly smiled back. "Fuck me," she whispered. "I want you in me. Fuck me hard."

Steve put his hands on either side of her body and pushed himself up. Kelly put her hands on his upper arms and looked into his eyes.

She felt his cock push against her pussy. She was so wet that he slipped right into her. They both groaned as he pushed his cock deeper into her pussy. When he was all the way in her, he paused for a moment before pulling back out. Just the head of his cock was in her.

"Do it," she whispered. "Fuck me."

Steve shoved his cock into her and she gasped. He fucked her slowly at first. Long strokes. In and out. She had never fucked while high before and she couldn't believe how good it felt.

Steve started to speed up. Soon he was fucking her hard. Kelly moaned and little cries of pleasure escaped her.

"Oh, baby," he said. "You are so tight and wet. So good. You feel so good."

Kelly moaned. "Yes. Oh, yes. That's good. Fuck me. Fuck me."

Steve pounded his cock into her. Her little breasts bounced with each thrust. Kelly arched her back to meet his cock and dug her fingers into his arms. His balls slapped against her wetly.

"Like that," she panted. "Like that. Oh, God. Oh, God."

He felt her pussy tighten around his cock and knew she would come soon. Kelly moaned. She couldn't form words anymore, just little grunts and cries. Steve fucked her as she came. She felt his cock jerk inside her and cried out as his come shot into her. He drove his cock deep into her three more times and collapsed on top of her.

Kelly wrapped her arms around him. It felt good having the weight of his body pressing her into the bed. His cock was still hard inside her. She could tell his was starting to get soft, but it felt good to have him in her still. She nibbled on his ear lobe.

"That was good, Steve," she whispered in his ear. "I loved feeling you come inside me."

Steve raised himself up a little. He kissed her. 

"Baby," he said, "That was incredible. I can not begin to tell you how amazing it was to fuck you."

Kelly giggled. "Did you like fucking my tight, teen pussy?"

He laughed. "You're a naughty girl, Kelly."

Steve rolled off her and lay down beside her. She turned onto her side and looked at him. She put her hand on his chest and caressed him. She was still high and had just been eaten and fucked hard by a guy she had just met while another girl watched. Her friends were never going to believe this. 

Kelly felt Jen get on the bed behind her. She looked over her shoulder at her. Jen smiled and put her hand on Kelly's hip.

"That was beautiful, Kelly," she said. "You looked so good getting fucked. When you came I came, too."




Kelly's Story



Kelly giggled. "It turned me on so much knowing that you were watching."

Her skin tingled as Jen brushed her fingers along her side. Kelly rolled over onto her back and Jen leaned over her. Her hand moved to Kelly's breast. Kelly looked down as Jen's finger tips brushed her nipple.

"Oh, God," Kelly whispered.

Jen touched Kelly's other breast and leaned forward. She kissed her.

Steve moved beside her. He touched her arm and then took her hand in his. Jen kissed her again and Kelly opened her mouth to let Jen's tongue slip in. Kelly moaned. Jen touched her breasts as they kissed, playing with each hard little nipple.

She kissed her way down Kelly's body and took a nipple into her mouth. Kelly gasped as Jen sucked on her nipple. Jen spent several minutes kissing and sucking on her nipples before moving down her body.

Kelly spread her legs and Jen moved between them. Jen put her hands on either side of Kelly's pussy.

"So pretty," Jen whispered. "Your pussy is so pretty, Kelly."

Jen didn't tease her the way Steve had. She kissed Kelly's pussy and started licking her. She felt Steve move again. He smiled at her as he let go of her hand and started rubbing her tummy. She smiled back before closing her eyes and laying back to enjoy what was happening to her.

Jen alternately kissed and licked Kelly's pussy. Kelly groaned and arched her back. Steve touched her breast and then pinched her nipple. She gasped. Jen pushed her tongue into her pussy as Steve rolled her nipple between his fingers.

"Oh, my God," Kelly cried.

Steve kissed her nipple and then licked it. She couldn't believe how good it felt to have two people making love to her. She moaned, no longer able to speak. Steve sucked on her nipple. She felt Jen spread her swollen pussy lips with her fingers and then felt her press the dildo against her. 

The dildo pushed into her. Kelly cried out. It was bigger than Steve's cock. Jen eased it in and out of her pussy while licking her. Kelly moaned and raised her hips, pushing against the dildo.

Steve bit her nipple at the same time that Jen flicked her tongue against Kelly's clit. She was fucking Kelly's pussy with the dildo, pushing it deep inside her. Kelly cried out again. 

"That's it, baby," Steve said. "Come for us. Come for us, Kelly."

"Oh, God. Oh, God," Kelly chanted over and over.

She had never felt anything like this. Her pussy spasmed around the dildo. Jen flicked her clit again. Steve bit her nipple. Kelly screamed and collapsed on the bed, her nipples tingling, her pussy clutching the dildo. Her orgasm rocked her body as she gasped for breath.



Kelly's Story: A Beach House Extra



WARNING - This story contains elements which might be objectionable to some readers. 

This story includes descriptive passages of forced sex, sex for money, and adult incest, as well as allusions to (but not specific details of) underage activity in indented script. It is not integral to the Beach House story line, it is a supplement. If you will be offended by its content, please feel free to not read it.

The Beach House - Chapter 6 extra – Kelly

Kelly fumed at Jack as she sucked his cum out of Marion's cunt.

He was such an asshole! This was the second time she'd had to clean Marion up this morning, and both times were his fault. The first load was absolutely disgusting, the combined output of seven different men, including that smelly bastard over in the corner who was watching her lick Marion clean. At least the second time had only been from Jack, but why had he waited for her to finish before he'd turned around and cum inside of Marion's cootch again? Then, that asshole had just walked away, leaving her behind to deal with his mess, and with Marion.

All because she'd let her father's boss know that her parents would be here this weekend. God, Mom was such a prude! What was wrong with Daddy's boss? He wasn't all that bad, and he was a lot quicker than a lot of the guys Kelly had fucked in the past. She had thought that Jack was a cool guy, but apparently he was just as big of a prude as her mother.

"I think that you need a little more practice with your tongue, slave!" said Marion. Grabbing a handful of Kelly's hair, she pulled the young girl's face away from her crotch. "You're done down there. My tits need to be licked clean now."

"But Jack said I could finish you up in the shower!" she said in protest.

"He said maybe, and Jack's not here right now, is he?" Marion said. "My tits itch from all this dried cum on them. 

"You need to lick them clean, and I need to enjoy it!"

Kelly stood up so that she could reach Marion's crusty tits, pulling her shirt around her to cover herself up. The huge guy in the corner creeped her out, just standing over there watching her.

"Take that fucking thing off!" spat Marion. "You are to be naked at all times when in my presence."

Kelly slowly took her only remaining garment off. She'd left everything else out in the courtyard, taking them off out there when she had still thought Jack was still going to just take her body for himself, so the shirt wasn't really covering that much anyway. She had been so sure that he would be a good guy about that, and what had he done? He'd just given her away like a piece of meat to the first person he had happened to came across, happy to be rid of her. Damn her luck, why did that person have to be Marion? Didn't Jack know how she treated her slaves? It was almost as if he'd been specifically looking for Marion. How could he have known that she was in the spa though?

A hard yank on her hair brought her out of her internal thoughts. "You'd better start concentrating on what you're supposed to be doing!" Marion said. "Stop daydreaming, and get this shit cleaned off of me."

Kelly began licking her new Mistress's cum-covered right breast, beginning with the bottom edge and running her tongue towards the nipple. She lifted it up with her hand, squeezing and lifting it so that she could get every part. Some of the cum had been on Marion's skin so long that it resisted the small amount of pressure her tongue could provide. This was especially true around the older woman's extended nipples, and Kelly began to run the worst portions with her thumb.

"Did I say to use your thumb slave?" Marion asked. "No! I said use your tongue!"

"But I can't get it to come off with just my tongue!" sobbed Kelly.

"Then you need to get it wetter first, don't you?" Marion answered.

Kelly could have burst into tears, but she was not about to let this old bitch defeat her that easily. She took one entire nipple into her mouth and worked her jaws to create more saliva, sucking and licking on the nipple to melt the hard shell that covered it. Marion responded by putting both hands behind Kelly's head and pulling it hard into her chest.

"That's more like it." she said. "You work like that for a few minutes, and you'll get it clean. Then you can do the other one, too, then finish up the rest of my tit.

"Work on those nipples first though."

It took over half an hour to get both breasts completely clean, but Kelly finally accomplished the task. During the time that she had worked steadily on cleaning up Marion, the slave mistress had used first her fingers to stroke her clit, then had yanked Kelly's hand between her legs and made her do it instead.

At last she was done there. Marion said that she had things to do, so she allowed Kelly to finish cleaning her in the showers. The presence of soap and warm dripping water made the job much easier, and Marion finally left, declaring her job "acceptable" but not entirely satisfactory.

Her hairy companion was another story.

Marion had ordered Kelly to get him completely clean, head to toe, and to give him any other service that he asked for. Also, that he was to say later that she had been fully satisfactory, not just acceptable. 

Once wet, he smelled even worse than Kelly had realized. He had a week's worth of dirt and sweat covering his body, trapped underneath the furry pelt of hair that completely covered his body.

Just like removing the dried crust from Marion's body, Kelly had to concentrate on one part of the man's body at a time. Normally, she could just apply soap and slide her own voluptuous body across a man, and his skin would be mostly rubbed clean. At most, she usually only had to cover a particular area twice. This was more like scrubbing though, and he wanted her to scrub the lower half of his body using the upper half of hers, mainly her tits. He seemed to enjoy the feel of her mounds around his legs and thighs.

As she rubbed herself up and down his body, her mind wandered again, back to the days when she had first discovered sex, more specifically what was in it for her.

. She had been thirteen, babysitting the child . of a young couple. The mom had been a ragged . mess, and Kelly had been hired to come by . right after school, still dressed in her . plaid skirt and white shirt uniform to take . on some of the workload. The job paid well, . but more often than not, the mom would either . go take a nap or collapse on the sofa from . sheer exhaustion once Kelly arrived.

. One day, the young mother had experienced a . particularly bad day. She'd handed her . screaming child to Kelly as she had walked in . the door, then had gone into the kitchen and . begun to drink. Half a bottle of vodka later . she'd gone into her bedroom and collapsed, . snoring, on the bed.

. When her husband had come home from his own . bad day, he'd begun to drink the remaining . half of the vodka, finally going into the . bedroom to lie down as well. Kelly had called . her mother, who had told her to stay there . until the two young parents sobered up, but . not to leave the baby alone in that house.

. Late in the evening, Kelly had been awakened . from her sleep on the sofa by an odd feeling. . Coming suddenly awake, she could dimly see the . young father's head down between her legs. Her . skirt had been lifted, and her panties pushed . aside.

. Kelly needed this job, and thinking that she . might get fired if she made a fuss, she had . pretended to be asleep, allowing him to . continue for another ten minutes. When she had . been unable to stifle a groan she gave herself . away, letting him know that she was awake.

. He'd been so embarrassed and apologetic that . he'd given her an extra twenty dollars that . day, "for her troubles".

. It had been the only time that it had happened . with this couple, but as Kelly moved on to . other babysitting jobs, she paid attention, . noticing when fathers seemed to not be getting . what they wanted from their tired wives. The . first time that she had purposely seduced . one of them, she'd been fourteen. 

It took quite a bit of hard work and her skin was feeling a little raw, but Kelly managed to get Carl's legs clean. She had him sit down on a stool so that she could reach his upper body, then began using her back and ass cheeks on his hairy back and arms. In this position, she could apply a bit more pressure to his skin, so it was easier to get most of the dirt and smell off. After working through most of it, she turned around, rubbing her tits through his silky pelt.

The now clean hair felt good on her bare skin, and her nipples hardened from the contact. She used just her hands on the back of his head, as even sitting down, she still couldn't reach it very well. After she finished with his hair, she had only the front of his body, his face, chest, stomach, and that huge pole he called a cock.

. When parents hire a babysitter so that they . can have a quiet night out, they don't expect . the babysitter to comb through their homes . looking for things of interest. Kelly did just . this every time she got a chance though, and . had discovered many things in her searches. 

. Naked pictures and home videos, usually of the . mom, but sometimes both people, occasionally . with people who they were not married to. . Pills, pot, vibrators, sex toys of every size . and shape, and any number of professional . videos.

. Kelly had experimented with everything that . she had found in various combinations, trying . the toys, imagining where they might have been . before. She would watch the videos and learn. . She learned how you could give and receive . oral attention. She learned many different . positions that people could have sex in.

. The mechanics of a blow job intrigued her, she . could not imagine taking such a large object . completely into her mouth. She'd tried many . times with the dildos, often savoring the . taste of the dried juices left behind by their . previous users, but at first could not get . much more than just the tip in before she . would gag. By watching videos and practicing, . she'd finally mastered it.

. One night, having smoked two joints that she'd . brought with her from another client's house, . she had fallen asleep pleasuring herself on . the couch, and had been awakened by the . returning parents. 

. Mom had gone right in to check on the baby, . but Dad had noticed that her skirt was up, . and her panties off, and had quickly realized . just what she had been up to. 

. Picking up Kelly's discarded panties from the . floor, he told his wife that he was going to . drive Kelly home, and she had absent mindedly . replied "OK". 

. As they'd passed a dark street on the way to . her house, he'd pulled the car over, turning . to look at her. "This is a serious thing, . Kelly." he'd said, holding up her panties . and taking a deep breath from them. "I can . still smell the pot on these." Licking them in . front of her, he'd said, "It leaves a taste, . too. I'm wondering if I should call your . parents, or maybe even the cops."

. "No!" she'd said quickly. "It was only this . one time! I promise."

. "I don't know, what can you do to make me . believe that?" he'd asked. Then he had . completely humiliated her, sliding his hand . between her legs, touching the naked lips . there, sliding his fingers up and down between . them. "Your body doesn't lie, Kelly." he had . said. "If this gets wet now, it's your body . telling me that you've done this before."

. "Let me do something for you!" she'd . begged. "To show you that I'll be good! Please . don't tell anyone about what I did!"

. Keeping his finger right where it was, he had . looked at her for a while, finally asking her . what she might do for him. So she had shown . him the techniques that had taken her so long . to master. When he'd dropped her off at home, . he'd kept the panties, after allowing her to . wipe herself clean with them first. But she . had smiled knowingly to herself, as he'd . counted out fifty dollars more than the . babysitting job had called for. 

Kelly moved around to the front of the big man, using her legs and crotch to wash the front part of his body. If he didn't smell like a dead animal, it might have turned her on, but there was really not a big danger of that happening. The running water on his chest and stomach must have softened the dirt considerably, she had nowhere near as much trouble getting him clean up there.

This left only two places, his face and his cock. Kelly had puzzled over both of these during the rest of his shower. Normally, she used her pussy to clean someone's face, but even sitting, there was no way she could reach him that way. As for washing his cock, well, she had no idea if something that big could fit inside of her, but today was not the day that she was going to try it.

She finally decided to have him lie down on his back, then she lowered herself over his face, rubbing the cheeks of her ass, her thighs, and her pussy across his face until it too was clean. That left his cock.

Sometimes, the simplest way works best, and she just used the original way of cleaning a cock, her hands. It was very dirty, and she wondered how on Earth Marion had allowed it to be inside of her. It took a lot of scrubbing, which of course caused it to grow hard once again. This in turn made the cleanup a little easier, as the dirt thinned out when the skin stretched. 

It was so large, that she completely forgot what it was that she was rubbing so hard. She was almost done with the last bit of dirty skin, just below the head, when the big man let out a roar, then shot stream after stream of hot sperm directly into her face. It was more than she had ever seen issue from any man, and what seemed like a gallon of his thick white cum went into her eyes, nose, and hair.

After that, Carl, stood up, rinsed himself of in the gentle fall of water, and left Kelly crying, alone and exhausted, on the shower room floor. The mist from the ceiling stopped flowing right after he left.

. Word traveled quickly among the young fathers, . and Kelly became a very popular girl. She . never lacked for babysitting jobs on weekend . nights, and after most of these, a dark street . would be found for the final negotiations.

. One particular Friday, one of the dads had . made certain that his wife got drunk enough on . their date to pass out. She was completely . unaware when he had undressed her and laid her . out on their bed. He had allowed Kelly to . watch, her face inches away as he had . repeatedly used his wife in front of her. 

. After he'd finished, he had allowed Kelly to . move in even closer, where she could smell . what had been deposited, watch as it slowly . dripped out right before her eyes, even taste . it directly, both from where he had put it and . the outside of what it had come from.

. That time, her services had been on the house.

. She'd learned early on that men would pay . for what they wanted, and eventually she'd . tried the same theory out on the boys her own . age. The price had been lower for the middle . school boys, she would only charge a dollar to . look, two dollars to touch, and five dollars . for oral attention. Sometimes she had high . school kids who could afford it, so she . charged them more. This money never matched . what she got from older men, but by the time . that she was in high school, she always had . enough money to get whatever she wanted.

Her first real shower customer discovered her still on the floor, crying and still covered in Carl's cum. It was an older woman, she looked to be in her sixties.

"Are you all right? Did someone hurt you?" she asked, worried about the young girl lying on the floor.

Kelly raised her head to look at the much older woman. "I'm fine. Here, let me tend to you."

"Don't worry about that dear." she said. "I come this early on a Saturday because I really don't want what it is that you provide here, I just like the showers." Looking at the amount of white fluid covering Kelly, she asked, "Just exactly how many men were there that did this to you?"

"Just one."

"Well, he must be hung like an ox, then." the old woman replied. "I certainly had enough of those in my day!" She picked up the washing implements and began to gently run at the drying deposits on Kelly's skin.

Kelly looked at her in amazement. The woman looked so old that she couldn't possibly want anything to do with sex. She was all dried up and useless. "You?" she asked.

The woman laughed and she dabbed at Kelly. "You young people! You forget that we were all your age once." She went on. "All you can see is my wrinkles."

"Lift up your arms, dear." she said. "It's hard-dried on your tits. and they'll need to be scrubbed pretty good." "Just how long have you been lying there, anyway?"

"I don't know!" cried Kelly.

"Is it OK if I touch you in your private areas, dear?" asked the woman. "I need to get them clean."

Kelly nodded her head. This struck her as a rather strange, actually being asked such a question. In her memory, people either had or hadn't touched her, they'd never once asked for permission.

The woman seemed to be reading her mind. "Most people have a pretty firm idea of who they want touching them." she said. "It can be most upsetting when one isn't in control of their own body."

The woman scrubbed Kelly until she was clean, took her own shower, then headed out.

"Thank you!" Kelly remembered to say, just as she was leaving. The old woman simply waved her goodbye.

. When she had become old enough to date, the . rules changed. High school boys were not . willing to pay their dates for something . readily available for free from other girls, . so she made certain to get paid in other ways. . Nice dinners, concerts, movies, and clothing . were among the list. She made her money off of . these boys by not having to use her other to . buy those things herself.

. The babysitting jobs began to dry up as well, . as she had lost the little girl look that her . customer's husbands liked so much. The men . expected more from her now too, not satisfied . with just touching her and her well practiced . mouth. The money didn't get any bigger with . the extra work though, so she considered ways . to make the income stream grow, finally . realizing the solution.

. It was six months before she was able to get . the first results from her plan. She had . waited that long in order to build up enough . stock to carry her through, her chance would . go away quickly once she took the next step.

. She still remembered the look on that first . man's face, the day she had shown him the . video taken by her cell phone. Both of their . faces clearly visible, it replayed the . afternoon that she had been led into his . bedroom dressed in her old school uniform, her . hair in pigtails, her growing breasts bursting . out of its top. 

. It showed who had appeared to be in . control that day. It showed her protesting . each new action that he took, and it showed . just exactly how many places of the fifteen . year old girl he had touched that afternoon. 

. She'd been promised one hundred dollars a . month for the next three years. His wife had . not allowed him to fire her, so he'd had to . watch her come into his house until six months . later, when the meager cash she earned just . for babysitting was no longer worth her time.

Suddenly cold, Kelly went back to the waiting area, putting on a robe to warm herself up. It had never occurred to her that someone wouldn't want sex when it was offered. Yet here had been the old woman, not only passing on Kelly's attentions, but asking her permission even to touch her. Then she thought about Jack and her mother. 

Could that be why Jack was so mad at her? Because Kelly had arranged for her mother to have sex with a man without asking? It just went against every experience with sex that she had had in her short life. Men had never asked her permission, they had just used her, that's the way it was done.




Kelly's Story: A Beach House Extra



Or so she had thought.

. Once she'd stopped babysitting, much more . time had become available to her. So much so . that she had begun a pay web site. It took . some management, and a couple of nights of . staged parties, but www.highschoolhunnys.com . had been a huge success. The all-girl naked . pillow fight in the first week's postings had . made her much more money than she would have . believed.

. She'd had to let a couple of her friends have . a cut of the site income, but only when it was . absolutely necessary. Each new person in on . the plan meant that much less money for the . rest.

. If she'd paid everybody she made videos of, it . just wouldn't be worth her time. Her friends . and their boyfriends would probably have been . doing their thing in her rec room anyway, . she'd just happened to record it, and post it . on the internet, no big deal.

. It wasn't like she owed them or anything, and . it didn't cost them anything to be posted. If . they had known about it, they probably would . have thanked her for making them famous. She . didn't want them thanking her though, praise . embarrassed her, and so she kept it quiet.

. It seemed a little odd that many of the girls . she'd filmed always seemed unable to get good . paying jobs locally, the return calls telling . them they didn't get a job would sometimes . mention their history of "questionable . activities". Kelly wasn't sure what that . meant, but the other girls did eventually find . work. 

Her father was resisting her efforts to get him to be more her, which was also a little confusing to her. Other girl's fathers had rushed at the opportunity to explore her body why not him? She had never met a man who did not want her, yet he seemed to be one.

She resolved to be more direct in her project. Maybe she should just come out and demand sex instead of dropping all of the hints she had been using. He would give in eventually, she had always been able to get a man if she wanted him. She knew that he liked girls her age. Hadn't he been slamming it into Amber pretty good on the boat?

She had thought that it would be such an easy task. Hadn't his tongue been buried deep in her pussy just two nights before? He had given her a huge orgasm that night, better than any man had ever done in that way. If he was that good with his tongue, he was probably just as good with his cock. Amber had told her that he was. Daddy owed it to her to let her find out.

Maybe her parent's problem was with her mother. It seemed that Daddy got all the variety he wanted, but that her mom just had him. Kelly thought about Mark, the boy who lived next door to her parents. He was her main business partner in the web business. If she asked, she wondered, might he step up and keep her mother happy, so that Daddy would have more time for Kelly? She knew that Mark was a good fuck, she'd certainly done that with him often enough. 

Just then, a bell rang above her, she had another shower customer. It was just her working so far this morning, so she would have to handle anyone who came. Grabbing her cleaning supplies, she headed in.

At first, she thought that the man who stood under the gentle rain in the shower room was her father. From the back, he certainly looked like him in age and size. She almost dropped the pail and ran to him, but he turned around as she came in, and the illusion was broken.

Sighing, she began the routine that she had developed since starting this job. It was a mindless job, basically putting soap on various erogenous areas of her body, then rubbing those against the customer to wash them off. It seemed to be popular with the customers, and she would always finish up with her signature "dick wax".

As she worked her way around the man, her thoughts returned to her father. His tongue had done wonders in her cunt, he was much more talented than any of the other four people in the hot tub had been. She wondered how often he practiced, doubting that it had always been her mother on the receiving end.

And that had been a surprise. Mom had practically dived into Kelly's pussy, making up with enthusiasm what she had lacked in technique. Kelly was almost sorry that she had not given her mother's own pussy the same attention earlier, when it had been her turn there. And there you go again! Why was it OK for she and her mother to be eating each other's cunts out for hours, in front of people who were practically strangers, but not OK for Mom to spread her legs for five minutes with a man that her father saw at work every day? It just didn't make sense to Kelly.

Her thoughts went back to her father once again. Daddy could sure eat pussy! She thought about how his tongue had felt inside of her, how she had felt so loved while he had been eating her out. He had obviously taken special care to make sure that she enjoyed it as well, using his hands on her ass and her legs, rubbing his fingers on her sensitive lips, while his tongue had explored her depths.

He hadn't concentrated on her clit like some men did, going for the quick and easy. His tongue had so completely explored each part of her that he would probably have recognized her again if he was blindfolded the next time he ate her out. And Kelly was going to figure out some way for a next time to happen.

She continued on with the shower, having done it so many times that she didn't even have to think about it. The man on the receiving end was amazed at this beautiful girl, who was rubbing her voluptuous body against his. It was the best shower he had ever had. Reaching out, he began to rub her body back.

Ah yes, she thought, it was as if she could feel her father's hands on her breasts right now, the way that she wished they had been that night in the hot tub. She could feel her father's hands as he caressed her breasts, her back, moving back down to the rounded swell of her ass.

She remembered the feel of his tongue inside of her, her velvety wetness surrounding it, touching those two magical spots, occasionally reaching up to her clit. And now she could once again feel his fingers, rubbing her thighs and her lips, sliding up inside of her silky channel. They were going deep inside of her, right up alongside of his tongue, and they were rubbing and pinching her clit, raising her up on a wave of pleasure. When she finally talked Daddy into fucking her, it would be just like this, and it would be so good.

The shower had come to an end, the only thing left was the dick wax. Kelly lowered herself onto the man's staff to do this last step.

This was what Daddy would feel like inside of her. Long and hard, shoved up deep inside of her wet tunnel. She would clench her muscles around his cock, just like she was doing now, and Daddy would begin to gently glide in and out of her cunt. Imagining that it was indeed his cock inside of her, her mind began to wander once again. He would stroke his big cock into her, rubbing her body with his hands, while his member slid in and out, in and out of her willing, eager depths.

"Oh, Daddy!" she would (and without thinking, did) say. "Oh, Daddy, give your little girl the fucking she wants! 

"Shove your long hard meat into me!"

The man in the shower heard the girl saying these things. Since he was the only person there, she must be talking to him, so he did as she asked. If she wanted to call her "Daddy", he wasn't going to argue. 

Her young cunt already surrounded his cock, it felt so good and so tight. And what was she doing to him with those muscles? It felt as if he was being milked, like a cow's teat being pulled and squeezed. Wrapping his hands around the girl's firm young tits, he began to raise himself up to meet her each time she lowered herself down onto him.

"Oh fuck me Daddy! You feel so good!" Kelly could feel her father's long hard cock going deeply. Or was it him? Right now, the cock felt so good, she didn't really care.

She began to bounce up and down where she sat. Each time she did this, the man beneath seemed to rise up to meet her, driving himself into her. Oh yes! Her Daddy loved her! He wanted to be with her, inside of her!

She felt the hot splash of his cum inside of her, and it triggered her own collapse. Grabbing on for support, she began to shake with an incredible orgasm. Her Daddy had made her cum once again, and it was almost as good as it had been in the hot tub!

Suddenly, her eyes shot open. "Oh my God!" she said, jumping off of the man's lap. She looked around quickly, to see if anyone else had been around to see. "Oh my God!" she said again. 

She was not supposed to cum. Jack had said that, and he had said that it was his biggest rule. But no-one had seen it, so she should be safe. It hadn't happened. Her racing heart began to slow once again, as she left the shower.

The man watched her go, wondering why she had jumped off of him like his cock was a red-hot branding iron. She had been frantically looking around for something, then forgotten him entirely. Shaking his head, he rinsed off and left the shower room. 

After getting dressed, he headed up to the spa's entrance. Marion was going to hear about how rude her employee had been.

"Did you think that you could keep it a secret?!" was the first Kelly knew of Marion's entrance into the waiting room. "That I wouldn't find out?!"

"Um..." was all the shocked girl could say in reply. "What?"

"Don't give me that crap!" Marion said. "You had an orgasm! You were specifically told this morning that you were not allowed! I OWN you!"

"It was an accident! I didn't mean to!" cried Kelly.

"I don't care." said Marion, more quietly now. "You are mine. Your orgasms are mine. 

"Come with me."

"What are you going to do?" whined Kelly.

"Oh, you'll find out. Come with me." Marion repeated.

Kelly obediently followed Marion into a back room where two men were waiting for them next to an odd-looking machine.

"Come stand right here." said Marion, and Kelly complied. "Put your hands and feet up against the machine, which Kelly did as well.

Before she could react, the two men reached over, snapping wide tubes shut over each of her wrists and ankles. She tried to pull free of these restraints, but quickly found it impossible. Yet another two-pieced tube was fitted around her back and stomach, and she could feel something being pushed up against her crotch. Tape was placed over her mouth, and a metal hood was fitted around her head and down against her neck. Kelly was now isolated from the outside world and firmly locked within a cage.

Kelly felt herself being slowly tilted from her standing position to one where she lay on her back. A flash of light surrounding her head got her attention. A TV screen appeared that wrapped completely around her head, showing her a view of her surroundings.

"You've got a nice set of titties, girl." a voice said from speakers by each ear. "You'd better hope Sally don't find you out there. She doesn't like nice titties." 

She looked at the screen but couldn't see who was speaking. Then a man walked backward, into the cameras view. He had a sneer on his face. "We're going to roll you out now, so you'd better get ready." the man said. 

"Ready for what?" Kelly tried to say, but with the tape over her mouth, even she couldn't recognize the words.

The cage she was attached to began moving. Kelly's view must have been behind herself, she could see the room getting smaller. She heard the sound of a double door being opened, and felt warm outside air come rushing in around her. As the cage moved out into the courtyard, she could feel the warm sun shining upon her naked body. After traveling out into a more shaded area, the movement finally stopped.

"You have fun now, girl." the man said, walking away.

"Wait! Come back!" Kelly tried to shout, but only muffled noises came out. She finally realized that he was not going to return, then wondered what was going to happen next.

She did not have to wait for long to find out.

The old gardener had watched the girl being brought out into the courtyard. He had seen this device before, but usually it had been out for quite a while before he could get to it, and the line was always too long for him to stand in. He had work to do, and couldn't just stand around waiting to take his turn. Alone in the courtyard, it looked like today it would finally be his turn.

Kelly saw an old man in a straw hat walk into the range of her view screen. "Help!" she tried to scream, but it was no use. Anything she yelled was muffled by the tape and the tube surrounding her head. The man moved closer to her, going out of sight of the camera. "What was he going to do next?" she wondered to herself.

The cage shook, the metal that had been against her crotch moved away, and her body began to move once more, this time it spread her legs up and out to the side, and lowered her body. She was wondering what she must look like, strapped naked to this cage, when she felt hands caressing her breasts.

The hands were rough, and felt scarred and dirty on her clean, soft skin. She tried to move her chest out of the way of these probing hands, but the cage held her firmly in place. The hands continued their movement on her breasts, rubbing and squeezing them. One of the hands moved away, but the other continued mauling her sensitive flesh. Kelly imagined the dirt that was being rubbed onto her clean skin while the man rubbed her anywhere he wished. He certainly wasn't asking permission.

She heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being opened.

The cage moved her body once again, her hips lowered slightly, her legs pulled apart enough to begin hurting, just a little bit. Without warning, a cock was pushed inside of her. 

Kelly tried to scream, to say no, but to no avail. She tried to move herself off of his wrinkled old cock, but was unable to do anything to stop him. The old man began to repeatedly thrust into her, both of his rough, dirty hands now holding tightly onto her hips. Kelly tried to push him back out of her, using her strong muscle to tighten her tunnel and pop his wrinkled old cock out like a cork. 

His thrusts kept up for several minutes anyway, continuing to slide in and out of her no matter how tight she could make herself. Then he stopped, and his cock was pulled back out, then nothing. Her ass began to feel cold, as liquid began to run down her exposed cheeks.

She felt his hands one last time, as they were wiped off on her thighs, then saw his back in her viewer as he left her alone once more, returning to his work.

"What the hell was that!" she thought to herself. "What made that old man think that he could do that to me?" Then she realized that she was helpless, that she could not stop anybody who walked by from doing whatever they wanted to her. The bigger question was, "How long was she going to be left out here?"

It seemed as if quite a while passed before she once again noticed movement in the courtyard. Two men and a woman came into the range of the camera, stopping as they looked at her predicament, talking about something with each other. She could see their lips move, and barely hear their voices from the speakers near her ears. She knew better than to try yelling for help, but she did so anyway. The three people didn't even notice.

One of the men began looking in his wallet, finally drawing something from it. Kelly wondered what those were for. He approached Kelly, disappearing from her view as he got closer.

The cage shook slightly, and she heard him swear under his breath, then let out a big sigh. Then she heard a tiny, high-pitched whirring sound that sounded familiar. Right after that, the cage began to loosely sway, and the plate against the lips of her pussy went away. She hadn't even noticed that come back. The second time that she heard the sound, it was slightly different, sounding like a motor that had reversed...

"Oh my God" she thought. "That's a bill reader"

Sure enough, the man swore again, and she could hear the sound paper made when it was rubbed against a corner to straighten it. The man was putting money into a reader on the machine! People were paying it money, so that they could use her! The reader finally took the bill, then a third one after that.

"OK, we're all set" boomed loudly from the speakers, and the second man, and the woman walked towards the camera, once again vanishing from her sight as they approached.

"Ooh" said a woman's voice. "She has such nice tits! It's a pity, really." Then, "You boys just go ahead and do your thing down there. There's plenty to keep ol' Sarah busy up here"

The frame that she was strapped into rotated until she was face down, Kelly could feel the pull of gravity on her heavy breasts. After that, her legs were finally brought closer together, easing the fire that her thigh muscles had been feeling, but they didn't stop moving. Instead, they continued to move until her knees stopped just below her pendulous, hanging breasts. As soon as her legs finished moving, she felt something clamp tightly onto both of her nipples, biting into the tender flesh.

"Ow!" she thought, while at the same time, a cock was suddenly pushed into her.

It to Kelly seemed as if it went on for hours. 

The man who had pushed himself inside of her seemed to have a favorite rythym. Kelly wasn't pleased with it. Not at all.

He would start out slowly, gliding in and out of her hole, speeding up just a little with each thrust until his cock felt like one long hose to her. Suddenly he would stop, pulling completely out of her. This would be followed by six hard, fast, slaps to one side of her exposed ass. Then he would shove himself back inside of her and do it all again.

The woman did not stand by and watch as this was going on. Her hands firmly held Kelly's hanging breasts, running along their length, yanking first one, then the other as if they were the teats of a cow.

When it was all over, both men had taken multiple turns inside of her. Even the woman had donned a strap-on and forcefully pummelled her.

She had been fucked both face down and face up, sideways, once even completely upside down as if in a hand stand, her head near the ground, her slender legs pointing up and painfully split to either side.

Kelly's ass cheeks ached from all of the spanks, and her breasts and nipples were on fire from the rough handling that they had received.

Later...

She missed seeing him walk up, he must have come from the side. But she heard the bill reader whine once again, and she felt the machine come to life. Once again, it turned her completely over so that she was facing down, then moved her legs into the position they would be in if she were about to be taken from behind.

"I know that you can hear me." a man's voice said. "I've used Marion's toys before. It looks like you haven't been out here too long, it's early yet." Kelly felt him push into her. "You're nice and soggy though." he went on. "I like soggy."

"My wife certainly knows that." he added, beginning to slowly slide back and forth within her. Kelly could actually hear the liquids inside of her as they sloshed with each of his thrusts.

"She does her best to keep cum in herself at all times, just in case I want to come add more. Lord knows she gets her share of cock."

"You would know my wife, I guarantee it." he continued, still steadily pacing his thrusts. "Everybody knows my wife. She's quite popular." Her eyes watering with tears, Kelly could see that a line of men was beginning to form in range of the camera view. She had watched as four people walked up so far, but could now only see the last two. The first one of these looked very young.

At last, the man talking to her slowed, then finally stopped pushing into her. Stepping away, she heard his final words. "You've been a good fuck, thank you." Then, "Best dollar I've spent in a long time"




Kelly's Story: A Beach House Extra



"No way." she thought to herself. A dollar? Marion was only charging people a dollar, Kelly realized. She suddenly felt even more used than she had before, and began crying to herself. She cried so hard that she barely even noticed the next two men to as they pushed themselves into her, adding their sperm to that of the people who had come before them.

She was brought out of her self pity when she felt cold water being sprayed all over her. It felt like that of a hose, as if she were a car having the road grime washed off of her body. Mostly it was just moved around, but whoever was doing the spraying seemed to enjoy directing the cold water directly onto her nipples and pussy. After ten or twenty seconds of that, she felt it being inserted into her, as if someone were trying to flush out her cum-filled tunnel.

She shivered as the wind played across her wet body, bringing her nipples to painful, hard points and causing bumps to rise on her skin. As if in the distance, she heard a young-sounding voice.

"Can ya hear me?" the voice asked. "Leonard says that you can, but I'm trying to talk real quiet, cause I don't want him to hear me.

"I'm sure sorry about the water and all, miss, Leonard wanted you to be real clean-like for us."

He stopped talking, then continued. "Um, Leonard, he don't know it, but you'll be my first, well, you know.

"I hope ya'll don't hate me for this, cause I'd truly be upset if ya did.

"You're sure purty!" he said. "Like one of them girls in the magazines! I never thought my first time would be with someone as purty as you.

"Now, I'm gonna take a close look down here, cause I've never seen one of these in real life. 

"If you feel me licking you, I'm not one of them perverts, I just want to see what that's like too."

Kelly felt his breath, then his tongue against the lips of her pussy. He was doing it wrong, licking just the outside of her lips, but every once in a while he would make it far enough up to touch her clit, causing her to hop just a tiny bit.

"You seem to like that, miss. I'd do it a bit more, but I gotta get to work, so I'm gonna come on in now." 

Kelly wished that he would spend just a little while longer. Other than with the customer in the shower, she hadn't cum yet today, even though six different men had been inside of her since then.

She felt the kid enter her, sliding into her just-washed channel. He wasn't too big, but she could still feel him fill her up, his balls slapping against the cheeks of her ass as he began humping himself into her. Kelly decided to try to go along with this kid, maybe she would feel better about things if she tried to get something out of it all.

The cage kept her from moving her body around, but she could still use her inner muscles to milk him dry.

"Oh, my!" he said. "That feels real nice, miss. Is that what this is supposed to feel like? Leonard always says I'm supposed to give it to you hard, is that OK with you?"

The cage began to rock more with his frenzied thrusts, and Kelly lost the rhythm that she had been trying to develop for her own enjoyment. He was indeed giving it to her hard, and in spite of her inability to thrust back she began to feel an orgasm building within her. Just as she had almost made it to the point of no return, he pushed deeply into her one last time.

"No!" she cried, although she knew he could not hear her. "Keep going, just a little bit more!"

He pulled himself out of her, saying "Thank you miss, that was nice.". Then he was gone, and the metal plate closed off access to her once again. As she looked into the video screen, she thought that she saw a familiar head standing back in the line.

"Yo, bitch!" boomed in her ears. "You better have given Stewie a good ride, else I'm gonna have to come back here! Know what I'm saying?"

"Oh, shit!" Kelly thought. This guy sounded big. And not nice.

The sound of the dollar-bill reader could be heard once again. This time, she was moved so that she was tilted just slightly forward from vertical, her arms raised up over her head and out, her legs spread out and open to either side. Big hands reached around from behind her, grabbing and squeezing her full breasts.

"Listen up!" "You be up against a wall, bitch!" the man said. "You be out back of the club, leanin' against a wall and gettin' wet while you're waitin' for my cock!" Kelly really did feel like she was alone, and afraid, and leaning against a wall.

"It's cold out there, ya hear? And you be naked, waiting for Leonard to come out and pump you full!" The wind picked up just then, combining with the last of the water from the hose to cool her body off.

"A bum's out there too, over in the corner, watching you, hopin' maybe Leonard will give him a turn when he's through!" The man was so strong willed that Kelly could picture herself out behind a dance club, shivering as some filthy vagrant began to inch closer up the alley towards her.

"Here come Leonard now, bitch!" the man said, pushing into her. 

He was large. Not as large as Kyle, but bigger than any of the men before him today had been. He filled her cunt completely, forcing it to stretch itself out to take him in.

"Ah." she thought. Finally someone who could make her cum, even out here.

As Leonard began to rock himself in and out of her stretched hole, Kelly closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on how good his large cock felt within her. She was continuing to picture herself in that alley, getting fucked in front of everybody. Other men waiting in the alley with their cocks in their hands, waiting their turn to fill her up with their seed.

Then she realized that, except for the dark alley, that was exactly what she was experiencing in real life, right now. She opened her eyes, to see that line of men. All of these men wanted her, desired her. But they didn't, not really. They just wanted to fuck the girl that was splayed out in front of them, to stick their cocks into her convenient hole.

Looking back along the line, she once again saw a familiar looking head. She couldn't quite see enough of the man to tell for sure though, so she watched him in the screen, Leonard's big cock all but forgotten as it continued its in and out motion within her. At last, the person in line moved slightly, and she could see... her father, standing in line.

"Yes!" she shouted inside of her head. "It's Daddy! 

"Daddy's going to come make love to me at last, then he's going to save me! He'll take his little girl away from this cage, away from this beach house, and he'll treat me like I deserve!"

Her mind went back into this fantasy, the same one that had put her into this cage in the first place. It was a fantasy she had been having a lot for the past two days, and she lost herself within it now. She fell so far into it that she forgot about Leonard's meat thrusting within her, forgot to concentrate on her desire to ride him for her own pleasure, until it was too late. He was done, pulling himself out of her, and she had missed her chance.

But it wasn't just a fantasy now, and nothing else mattered. Daddy was here now, in line, and he would soon be with her. He would hold her tight, and he would realize who she was, and he would rescue her from Marion. How far back was he, she wondered to herself, as her body spun around in the machine once again. This new man was boring, she was once again on her back, her legs up in the air. At least Leonard had told her a story, and she had been able to lose herself within it.

Yet another cock was roughly pushed into her cum-filled pussy, and the sound of yet another man heavily panting filled her ears. Kelly had been used by so many different men over the years that this was just another annoyance to her. As it always did during such times, her mind went somewhere else, somewhere other than the sun-filled courtyard, with the line of men waiting to use her body.

While she stayed in this other world, two more men took their turns inside of her. Kelly did not notice this, she remained in her own place.

The smooth hand caressing her ass brought her back to the real world. Shaking her head to clear it, she looked at the line again, to see if Daddy was still there. The gentle, soothing motion of a hand rubbing her butt cheeks, her outer thighs, contrasted deeply with the treatment she had been receiving so far out here.

"Wake up Kelly!" a voice that she recognized said quietly. She tried to place it in her memory. "Are you awake now?" the voice said. "I want you to know that I'm here." She recognized it now, the voice. A waiter from the kitchen, Kenny, or Lenny, or something like that. He had hit on her many times before, but she had never responded to his overtures. Now she supposed that she had no choice, that he would soon get exactly what he wanted from her.

Kelly remembered having seen him in the line, but how far back had he been? It was so hard to tell, because she couldn't see the people in front. He had been towards the front of the line though, she remembered that now. So how many men had used her while she had gone away? Two? Three? 

She had to keep track. She had to know when Daddy was going to be there, because she could tell him it was her. He needed to know, because he was going to save her. From the long line still forming behind him, from Marion, from everything.

"I recognized you from your freckles." he said. "Isn't that crazy? I've wanted to be with you so badly that I recognize every freckle on your beautiful body."

Kelly began to shake, to fear this guy. He had been stalking her! Oh my God, what was he going to do to her while she was defenseless?

"Oh, I've wanted you so much!" he went on, his hands now rubbing her aching back, up to her shoulders. "And you've been too busy looking at the guys who look better, or can give you things, or whatever. "But I've been waiting my turn for you to notice me!"

She tried to shake herself out of the machine, but she had no more luck than when she'd tried before.

"It's OK, Kelly!" he said. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not even going to do anything to you, because this isn't the way I wanted it to be. 

"You aren't the same girl out here. You're such a mess, your own parents probably wouldn't recognize you out here." 

Kelly let out a sob of relief. He wasn't going to abuse her. Now that she thought about it, his hands felt quite soothing on her skin though.

"If this is the only way that I can be with you, then I don't want that any more. I just wanted to talk to you." he went on. "I know that somewhere inside of you is a little girl just crying for help. I'm sorry that I can't let you out of where you are right now. If you want to talk or whatever, after this is all over, come find me."

And then he was gone.

That was the second person today who had tried to comfort her instead of to use her, Kelly thought. He had said that her parents wouldn't even recognize her right now. If that was true, what was her father going to think when he got up to her? Was he just going to end up being like the rest of the line, using her body, then leaving her here?

The bill reader whined again, and Kelly got ready for the next man. He was fat. She could tell that much, because as he lined himself up to slide inside of her cum-filled cunt he had to lift his mammoth stomach up onto her own. It lay there on top of her, wobbling like jello, bouncing around on her as he pushed his puny cock in and out of her.

He was so small, or she was so soggy, that she couldn't even feel him inside of her. She couldn't tell if he was plunging himself into her or just standing there masturbating over her naked body. But his bulk slid across her stomach, so she imagined that he was probably fucking her like all the others.

At least she knew now. He had been standing right behind Lenny (yeah, that was his name), so she knew that she could see the third person in line in the camera. Which meant that Daddy was fourth in line behind him.

And then what? She had wanted her father to do this to her for a long time, and now she wasn't sure that was what she wanted. Is it normal for girls to want their father's cocks inside of them? Did she just want that because she'd let so many other little girls' fathers fuck her?

The fat guy finished. She didn't notice him cumming or anything, he just... finished. Like he was taking a piss or something. Kelly had never felt more used than she did just then.

When the plate moved away once more, Kelly readied herself for yet another cock, but felt a tongue instead. The tongue cleaned her up, much as she had with Marion earlier, but its owner seemed to truly enjoy their work.

Sucking each of her lips inside of their mouth, the new person spent extra time to make the process pleasurable for Kelly. When the invading tongue went deep within her, it also spent time on her clit, flicking it, then sucking it deep in, between lips. Hands reached up, pulling her lips wide to each side, so that the tongue could get deep inside of Kelly's tunnel.

After the cleanup had been completed, Kelly heard it's owner's voice for the first time.

"That was fantastic." the woman said. "You were absolutely brimming with SO many men's cum! Thinking about that made me cum while I was licking you."

"Now." the woman said, "I'm going to do the same for you, while I let the guy behind me stick that big cock of his up inside of me.

"I'm sorry, you would probably like his cock instead of my tongue, but I'm going to have him fuck me instead. 

"But don't worry, I'll make sure that you cum at the same time as me!"

The woman's mouth covered Kelly once again, her tongue darting in, out, and all around Kelly's well-used hole. "Oh!" cried the woman. "He is huge! 

"Oh, God! He feels SO good inside of me!"

More frenzied licking allowed Kelly to begin her rise once again. "Oh, FUCK! Do me deep, do me hard!" the woman yelled to the man behind her. "You would like this one, you really would." she told Kelly. "He really knows how to fuck a woman and make her feel it."

The woman continued moaning, licking Kelly with gusto while she did to. "Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" she finally moaned, and began to concentrate her mouth even more on Kelly's clit. "Oh fuck, here I go!"

As the woman began to cum, she bit down on Kelly's clit, the pressure sending the young girl into only her second orgasm of the day. If she was hearing correctly, the man with the big cock was busy spraying his seed inside of this mystery woman as well.

It was as the next man moved her body into position that she realized it. She no longer wanted her father to make love to her. She didn't want him to see her like this. Oh my God, what had she been thinking? If only she could make him go away. She looked in the monitor, but he had moved up while the woman had used up one the men of Kelly's line. That meant that Daddy was next, right after this pig rutting around inside of her right now.

These men were absolute pigs, lining up to use her, one after another. "Please, make this stop!" she tried to cry out. "I don't want my Daddy to be next!"

As the latest in the long line stopped his thrusting, Kelly burst into tears.

The bill wouldn't work. Even over her sobbing, she could hear the sound the reader made when it was refusing a bill. And she heard her own father's voice as he turned to the man behind him, asking if he had a spare dollar.

Maybe he wouldn't get a dollar! Maybe Kelly would be spared the humiliation of having her father fucking her like she was some cheap whore.

But then she heard his voice saying "Thank you", then a bill getting accepted into the reader, and her hopes went away once again.

He was taking forever to start. Was he looking at her naked, abused body, wondering why it seemed so familiar? Wondering if that birthmark was in just the right spot? It seemed as if a very long time passed before his hand began to hold her hips, as she felt his manhood begin to plunge itself inside of her.

"No Daddy! No!" she tried to scream. "No! I'm your baby girl! No, please! Please stop, Daddy!"

She shook herself around so violently that she felt the cage give a little. Enough so that she could move her hips, her upper legs, bucking underneath her father in an attempt to shake him back out of her.

The thrusts continued, and her heart sank. He didn't recognize her, he wasn't stopping, he wasn't going to save her. Even as she gave up, she continued trying to shake him loose, until, exhausted, she went away inside of her head again.

Edward pulled his cock out of the girl in front of him. She had given him more of a ride than any of the other men before him, and he had enjoyed it. It was as if she didn't want him inside of her, as if she had been trying to shake him out any way she could. That couldn't be true though. Why else would she be selling herself so cheaply, if she didn't want to do it?

What was up with the guy in front of him though? He'd traded his dollar to Edward for a cleaner bill, then just stood there, looking at the form in front of him. He'd paid for her, what was he waiting for? Then, the man had just turned, and walked away, without ever even touching the girl.

So, what the hell? thought Edward as he returned his own bill to his wallet. I guess she was free for me.

As he walked away, Marion's men approached the cage and began moving it out of the courtyard. Lenny stood by Marion, watching as Kelly was rolled back into the spa.

"Once you've got her all cleaned up," he said, "I hope she has the rest of the day off."

"Agreed." said Marion, counting the stack of bills that had been placed in her hand. "But only if you take responsibility for her now."

Lenny nodded, then followed Marion back inside.



Kelly's Story. Plan Put Into Motion



The blaring alarm clock wakes Kelly from her sleep. Sighing softly she cuts it off and rises from the bed. Another day as she got ready and headed into the office, she worked for a private firm as a personal secretary for a one Ms. Braxton. Kelly was always early and made sure everything was set up. The first phone call of the day 

"Ms. Braxton's office how may I assist you?" Kelly said in a cherry voice 

"So are you going to put in for the vacation or what?" There was a giggle after words as Kelly sighed "I will sis. Just relax ok? I need to get back to work." 

"Alright but that's what you said last year and the year before last..." Kelly's sister replied.

"I know but there was a good reason now look I'll call you back she'll be here any minute!" Kelly said with a little bit of angry not meaning to her eyes kept looking to the door.

"Alright, alright... But if you don't ask I'm going to kick your ass." 

"Yeah whatever later" Kelly hung up the phone right when Ms. Braxton walked through the door.

Ms. Braxton was tall about 5'8, her chest was big but not overly. Her thighs where thick and the skirt she wore clung to them. She had caramel skin and hard thick dark black hair and the best way to say she looked like an Amazon. Kelly was short only 5'4 and her skin was a lighter brown, short black hair and brown eyes. She wasn't fat but didn't have a figure like her boss. Kelly moved to walk with her and stated to tell her about her schedule and what was planned for that day. As Ms. Braxton put her over sized purse down and hung her coat up. Kelly handed her a cup of coffee. Ms. Braxton stared out the window as she nodded her head. 

"Is that all?" Ms. Braxton asked.

"That's all for today." Kelly answered as she looked at the papers. 

"Alright well I need you to cancel my 2pm because I have lunch plans, Also I have a favor to ask of you Kelly." She said softly turning to face Kelly.

Kelly nodded her head softly and smiled 'Sure what's that?"

"I need you to stay late tonight. I have scheduled a night meeting and I will need you to..." 

"Get drinks and food and anything else you or they might need?" Kelly finished for her as Ms. Braxton just smiled and nodded her head and moved closer to Kelly and lightly put a hand on Kelly's shoulder 

"Yes please if you could for now just get the 2pm canceled and get some food arranged for tonight than come back and let me know when you're done." Ms. Braxton let her hand linger for a moment before moving back to her desk and taking a seat. 

Kelly felt a surge go though her body when her boss touched her shoulder. Kelly did like to be with both men and women but she didn't want to admit that she had the hots for her boss. 

"Yes Ms. Braxton. I will get right on that." And with that Kelly was out the door and back at her desk making phone calls trying to keep her mind off the thoughts going through her head about how her boss looked.

Ms. Braxton only smiled once Kelly left the office. When she touched Kelly she had felt like if she told Kelly to strip she would have. Picking up her phone she made a phone call.

"Yes, cancel my 2pm lunch. I have other plans." Ms. Braxton smiled as the voice on the other end said yes and she hung up. Today she was going to watch Kelly which she often did on some days. She had hired Kelly almost 5 years ago and the girl had yet to take one sick day, or vacation and she never seemed to complain. Rising from the chair she moved to the window and looked out at the other buildings. How long could she keep this up? Kelly was very different in many ways and she knew about it. 

"Ms. Braxton?" Kelly's voice came over the intercom bringing her from her thoughts as she pressed the button.

"Yes Kelly?" She replied

"There is a Mr. Neil here to see you. He said you knew he was coming. I don't have him down. If you want me..:'

"No. Show him in. I forgot to mention he was coming."Ms. Braxton said cutting Kelly off, as she let the button go. 

'Damn it..." She said softly looking out the window. 

Kelly Looked at the man and smiled softly rising from her seat to show him into Ms. Braxton's office. He crossed his fisted right hand over his heart and bowed slightly "Thank you." He said softly lifting back up a blush over Kelly's cheeks. Ms. Braxton shakes her head softly as M. Neil turns to face her. 

"I'll leave you two." Kelly says softly and shuts the door behind her. Kelly's face still hot and red, taking her seat she got back to work.

Mr. Neil lost his smile as he looked at Ms. Braxton "Our time is running out... have you made any progress?"

Ms. Braxton puts her hands on her desk 'I have everything under control Tom. You can go back and let them know that." She said with angry in her voice.

Tom smiled and moved to stand on the other side of the desk he was about the same height as her maybe a little taller as his short black hair was sleeked back. His dark eyes stared into hers. He was toned but not over toned and his skin color was like hers. He spoke softly 

"You have had 5 years... And yet she seems to not have awakened at all. You are playing a very dangers' game here."

"I know. Don't worry I will have it taken care of." She said softly licking her lips a little. It had been a while since she had seen tom and before she took on this job they had had a thing. Moving from behind the desk to half sit, half lean against the front of it her hands gently moving to his shoulders as she rubbed them.

'I have everything under control...' Ms. Braxton said even softly as her eyes stared into his. 

Tom couldn't pull his gaze from hers' as he leaned into her touch. Ms. Braxton smiled and leaned in and kissed his lips softly tailing them up to his ear as she whispered 

"Now go and tell them that I need more time and I will finish the job..." Her eyes lost the softness to them and they had angry in them. She pulled back as Tom put his closed fist over his heart and bowed.

"Yes. I shall. But please don't keep them waiting much longer. You know how they can be." He said softly exiting the room.

Kelly rose from her desk when Mr. Neil walked by. He smiled at her again before he was gone. Kelly shook her head a little and gathered some papers and went to Ms. Braxton's office door and knocked before she entered.

"Is everything alright?' Kelly asked softly as she shut the door behind her. Ms. Braxton was already sitting back in her chair and had it turned to the window. 

"Yes. Is everything set?" Ms. Braxton asked

"Yes everything is ready. Is there anything else?"Kelly asked setting the papers on the desk.

"No. There is nothing else. In fact take the rest of the day off till tonight. Be here at 6pm sharp. And wear something very..." She paused putting a finger to her chin. "Sexy, but nothing to reveling, we want to make a good impression." She spun around the chair to look at Kelly.

Kelly smiled softly as she listened. She never got off early even if she had to do a night meeting. A soft blush rose to her cheeks at her boss' words. 

'Thank you. And... well...' Kelly cupped her hands in front of her. "I will be here. I'll leave a few notes before I go. See you tonight.' Kelly spat out and left the office before Ms. Braxton could get a word out. Kelly's face one once again hot and red as she moved to her desk. She wanted to hurry up before Ms. Braxton changed her mind. Writing down a few things on some sticky notes she put them up. Moving from her desk she grabs her things. She lingers at Ms. Braxton's door than leaves out. 

Ms. Braxton went to say something but Kelly was already gone. Shaking her head slightly she got up and moved to the door. Once she head that Kelly was gone she left her office and went to Kelly's desk. Looking at the different notes she smiled to herself. She started to look through the drawers and found a photo. It was one of Kelly and her sister. Ms Braxton ran her fingers over the photo and looked at the calendar on the desk. Looking at today's date was circled in red and writing said 'Ask today!' 

Ms. Braxton shook her head a little as she picked up the phone, and dialed a number. "Yes cancel all of my appointments for today except the evening one. Also I will need to change my schedule around."

'Yes Ms. Braxton. Is there anything else?" A women's voice answered.

"No that will be all. " Ms. Braxton hung up and moved to her office. Gathering her things she left the office to get ready herself.

Kelly was there at 6pm on the dot and was already getting stuff ready in the meeting room. Her red dress went down to her knees but it was los at the bottom but hugged her hips, and the rest of her frame. She made sure everything was ready when Ms. Braxton walked in. She had on a black dress that showed off her cleavage but not too much. It went to just her mid thigh and it had very thin straps. Kelly couldn't help as her eyes wandered over her boss's body. 

"Is everything ready?" Ms. Braxton asked with a sly smile on her face.

Kelly blinked and blushed softly "Yes Ms. Braxton." She said softly moving from the room to stand at the door as Ms. Braxton walked in.

"Good. Do me one more favor and run to my office and get my briefcase. I seemed to have left it behind." She turned to look at Kelly.

"Sure.' Kelly hurried from the doorway to the office. Once inside she looked around by the desk and didn't seem it. "Now where could it be?" She put her hands on her hips as she thinks.

Ms. Braxton sighs softly as she stands at the front of the table. "Alright, we are ready." She says softly as the empty chairs move slightly as men and women appear from the shadows and take a seat.

"Welcome members of the council. I called this meeting tonight to tell you of..."

"What little progress you have made?" Spoke a woman who sat on the far end. 

"No I have had much. In fact I already have a plan in action that will speed things up very quickly." Ms. Braxton said. She than started to speak in Latin on how she plans to send Kelly away and that over the past 5 years she has be making very careful plans to make sure nothing goes wrong. 

Kelly in the mean time had found the briefcase and by the time she gets back to the door Ms. Braxton is done explain her plan. Entering she smiles softly as everyone turned to look at her. Some smile at her others just stare and some just look her over. Moving quickly to hand Ms. Braxton the briefcase she smiles and nods her head as a thank you. Leaving the room the other people began to speak in Latin and ask questions. Kelly took her seat at the desk and waiting for the intercom if they needed anything. Hours seemed to pass before the door opened and they started to leave out. 

Kelly smiled and said good night to every one of them as Ms. Braxton stopped and smiled. 

"Thank you again. Help me clean up a little and then we can call it a night?' She had her hand on the desk as Kelly smiled and nodded. 

Ms. Braxton had moved to the meeting room first and was cleaning when Kelly walked in behind her and started to clean. Kelly had moved to throw the things into the trash when Ms. Braxton had moved close behind her, placing a hand onto Kelly's shoulder. Kelly blinked and smiled softly as she turned around to look at Ms. Braxton. She was closer than Kelly had first thought and could fell Ms. Braxton's body heat.

"That is a lovely dress Kelly...' Ms. Braxton said seductively with a smile taking a step closer making Kelly take a step back. When Kelly felt her back against the wall, panic set in as Kelly looked up into her boss's eyes.

"Ms. Braxton..." Kelly said softly as Ms. Braxton put a finger to Kelly's lips. Her other hand moved to lightly run up Kelly's inner thigh which make Kelly squirm slightly bring a wide smile to Ms. Braxton's lips. 

"Shush Kelly... just relax..." Ms. Braxton said softly as she moved her finger from Kelly's lips and placed that hand on Kelly's throat gently. She was trouble keeping her own self under control. Here Ms. Braxton a powerful being was going to screw up her mission if she wasn't careful. She lowered her head and gently placed a kiss on Kelly's lips. Keeping it soft she slowly made it deeper her tongue moving to run along Kelly's lips wanting access as her on hand moved up Kelly's leg to cup her pussy and gently rub it while her other hand stayed on Kelly's neck keeping her slightly pined to the wall.

Kelly just watched and a shiver ran through her body at Ms. Braxton's words, when she kissed her. Her mind started to race. Her own hands went to gently hold onto Ms. Braxton's hips. Feeling the kiss she smiled softly. 'God her lips were so softly' was one of the many things running through Kelly's mind. Feeling Ms. Braxton's tongue her lips parted for it as she moaned into the kiss feeling the hand on her pussy. Her hips started to move wanting to feel more. Her body had wanted to feel this for so long but her mind wouldn't let her. Now that this was actually happening she couldn't stop herself. 

Ms. Braxton growled slightly as her tongue went into Kelly's mouth, her hand pressed harder against Kelly's pussy when she felt her movement. Her own mind was racing; she wanted to take Kelly right here and now. Forgot the mission she had waited 5 years to even really feel her and now Kelly was under her grasp. All she had to do was to let herself go and she would be satisfied.

'NO!" screamed a voice in the back of Ms. Braxton mind which made her snap back. She broke the kiss with Kelly but left her hand on the woman's pussy. Kelly had her eyes closed now and was still moving her hips. Her pussy was already wet and Ms Braxton could feel it through her panties. She herself was wet but she had to stop. 

"Kelly. Enough." Ms. Braxton said harsh like she owned Kelly.

Kelly Shivered at the words and her eyes opened up. Her movement stopped as her face became flushed. Ms. Braxton moved her hand and took a step back from Kelly. All Kelly could do for the moment was stand there and look at her boss. Had she really just done that? There was no way... than she could feel how wet she was and it made her even more hot and red in the face.

'I... I... I'm sorry Ms. Braxton..." Kelly stuttered out as she lowered her head. She was so ashamed. Never in her wildest dreams did she think this would ever happen. 

"Don't worry about it. But I need you to take two weeks off starting tomorrow." Ms. Braxton said turning away from Kelly. She couldn't look at her. She was afraid if she did she would lose the will do to this. 

Kelly blinked as she looked at her boss. Two weeks off. Oh no she thinks I'm going to tell someone.

"Ms. Braxton... I'm not going to tell anyone what happened... I swear. "She spat out moving slightly closer. Something was drawing Kelly to her boss it wasn't sexually is was like her soul wanted to reach out and touch her 

"I'm not worried about that Kelly." Ms. Braxton got the nerve to turn around and face Kelly. A softly smile on her face as she felt the draw as well but fought it with everything she couldn't let it get in the way. 'You have worked for me for 5 years and not once have you taken a sick day or a vacation. It's about time you did." 

Kelly smiled as she moved to hug Ms. Braxton tightly. She didn't want to let go as Ms. Braxton hugged back. Standing there for a moment Kelly feel like an electrical change had gone through her all the way to her soul but she didn't feel any pain. Pulling away she nodded her head.

"Thank you Ms. Braxton. I will see you in two weeks!' Kelly was so excited that what happened between them was still in her mind but she was glad she didn't have to ask. It meant that Ms. Braxton did care even if it was just a little bit.

Ms. Braxton smiled at Kelly's excitement. With the hug it was the start of what would be the end of this life for Kelly and the beginning of a new one. She sighed softly as Kelly left. Bing her hand to her nose she smelled softly and closed her eyes. Purring slightly she went to the window. Watching Kelly walk down the street she tilted her head. "See you sooner than that dear." She said softly to the night. The plan was now in effect.



Kelly's Story



I wanted to touch him. I wanted to feel his skin with my hands. I wanted to pull his face as close to my dripping pussy as he wanted, so he could eat it. I wanted to fuck him. As the stranger continued working on my pussy, I began to get angry, but not in the way you might think.

I was angry with my ex-husband. Why didn't he ever fuck me like this?  There was no passion in our marriage the last several years, and I couldn't remember the last time I felt this wanted by anyone, whether they knew me or not. Suddenly, the fear I had washed away, and I spoke to the stranger again, albeit silently: "Eat me".

I wanted to come all over his face. I wanted to serve him any way he wanted. He could have untied me, and I would have still willingly obeyed his every command. I could have asked him what he wanted to do with me, and there would have been no wrong answer. I loved his tongue probing inside me, and the whipping his extraordinary tongue was giving my welcome clit. My body began writhing with ecstasy, as I wrapped my legs around his strong body. I secured him against me with ease, as he began to shake his head back and forth furiously, his tongue still locked onto my clit. 

I lost control completely. I felt myself about to come. I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to, and believe me, I didn't want to. I was here to supply my new master's needs. My body felt like the 4th of July as I climaxed fiercely; appropriate enough, because I felt a bizarre kind of independence during that morning. His mouth never left my pussy, and my juices flowed all over his mask, and into his mouth. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had, and I can say that confidently. It could even be described as violent, as my body convulsed reacting from the extreme pleasure. My body was trembling now for an entirely different reason than it was just a few minutes before, and I wanted more. 

He seemed to know I wanted more, or he simply hadn't finished with me yet, as he went back to work on my sensitive clit punishing it with his tongue over and over. I could feel another orgasm nearing the surface, and I had intended it to be as fierce as the last one. It didn't take long to find out it would be. I shouted out with glee at the intense eruption taking place within my body, something I hadn't felt given to me by someone else in years. 

I felt like a different person. I was a different person with this stranger. I was a woman reborn. 

The stranger crawled above me and straddled me as he had before, only this time, there were no clothes in the way. His cock dangled before me, and he didn't need to tell me what to do. I happily and willingly took it in my mouth, and began to suck on it for him. He grabbed my hair firmly, reminding me that he was still in charge. I loved his hardened shaft pumping in my mouth. I was completely in awe of him at that point. He thrust himself into my face with anger and wantonness – and I loved every second of it. I never imagined myself in this situation, and I didn't want it to stop. My new master needed me to satisfy him, and I was going to.

I sucked his cock as if it was the last one on Earth, and I had earned the rights to it. Hearing his breathing above me getting faster was getting me wetter and hotter for him. He then pulled his cock out, and I reached for it with my head. He pulled it just out of my mouth's reach, and slapped me in the face with it. No man had ever done that before, and I ate it up. He knew I liked it from the grunt I produced immediately following it. He then slapped the other side of my face with his hard dick. I tried to take it back into my mouth, and he refused. "STOP," he said. It was then that I said, instinctively, "Yes, master".

I was his now. He could do to me whatever he wanted. I didn't even care if my husband walked in, and the thought of getting caught only increased the excitement I was feeling. I almost wanted to get caught. It would serve the motherfucker right. Maybe my master could give him some pointers on how to treat a woman in bed. I doubt it, though, as my master and I have been going at it for some time now, and the only time my husband had spent more than three minutes in the bedroom with me, he was sleeping. 

"Open," Master said in a stern tone. I opened my mouth, ready to suck him again. He placed his cock in my mouth, and I began to suck. "NO!" he said. "Open up." I loved how he had said so little since he arrived, but so much had been exchanged between us. I obediently opened my mouth again, and he placed his cock on my tongue. He began to prod my mouth with his shaft, ordering me, "Do not suck it." He grabbed my hair again, to let me know that I had no control here. I was impatient to place my hands on him, and I struggled again to break free, but the scarves were simply too tight. 

He was teasing me, getting me ready for him to fuck me. I was dying to feel him inside me, and fortunately, I didn't have to wait any longer. He moved back down my body, and held my legs in either hand. He rested my ankles against his shoulder as he grabbed his cock, and slammed it inside me all at once. I cried out with longing as he began to slam his dick in and out of me. I was butter to his hot knife, and he felt incredible inside me. I could actually feel the blood pumping through his dick as sweat began to form on his body, dripping down to mine. He held my legs in the air, and wide apart, ramming me. It was only after he entered me that I heard him grunt his approval of me. I was afraid that my master didn't like fucking me, or that I was doing something that he didn't like. Nothing else matters to me right now, other than pleasing my master. He continued pounding away inside me, and he couldn't fuck me hard enough. He finally began saying a little more than he had that morning. As he thrust inside me, he would emit an "ooh yeah" or an "oh God" here and there, then he said something that couldn't be ignored. 

"Do you like being my fucktoy, Kelly?" 

I'd only even heard that word once before, and it was from...

He then stopped, and climbed off of me. He moved towards his duffel bag, and produced a small bottle of lubricant. He came back to the bed, and began to spread the lubricant around my asshole. He rubbed a generous portion on it before he capped the bottle, and tossed it back to the bag. He then opened my legs again, and slowly inserted his cock into my ass. There was an intense pain/pleasure I felt as a man began to fuck me in the ass for the first time in my life, although it was more pain than pleasure. I felt filthy and sexy, all at the same time. As painful as it might have been, I dare not ask Master to stop. My breasts bounced up and down as my master continued pumping inside my ass, getting a little deeper with each thrust. He held my legs high and together, making my ass as tight as he could for him. My legs felt his strength as he held them together. I desperately wanted to play with myself while he did this, but still the binds were too tight, and it felt as if every time I pulled on them, they became tighter. 

I loved hearing Master groan as he fucked my ass, and I filled the air with my own sounds of pleasure. I'd always been kind of quiet in bed, but now I understood why. No man had ever done to me what this man had done to me, physically, mentally, or emotionally. Again, he stopped suddenly, and pulled himself out. He went back to his bag, and got the lubricant again, as well as another object, which he opened immediately.

He retrieved a switchblade.

Suddenly, the fear was there again. There I was naked and alone, tied up, with a masked stranger holding a switchblade, just inches away from me. He slowly began moving toward me, looking into my eyes with the blade held upward. For the first time that morning, I began to scream with something other than passion or ecstasy, but the sound wouldn't come out. At that moment, I thought I was going to die. 

He moved the blade to my wrist, and cut the first scarf loose. He crawled over me, and cut the second loose. For the first time, Master allowed my hands to be free. He closed the blade, and tossed it back over towards the duffel bag. My first reaction was to grab his head, and pull him to me. I slid my tongue inside his mouth, and kissed him ferociously. I loved everything Master was doing to me, and wanted to show him my appreciation. He took the lubricant, and began to rub it on and around my breasts. He got them nice and slick before he told me, "Up."

I sat up, and got off the bed. The air smelled of our sex as I got down on my knees before Master, and he placed his dick in between my tits. I pressed them as hard as I could against his steel rod, and he began to fuck my tits. He moved his hips back and forth, grabbing my hair again for leverage. I looked up at him dutifully, with the remainder of the scarves tied to my wrists, watching him gain pleasure from my body. I'd never wanted to please anyone so badly in my life, and couldn't wait for him to squirt his cum onto me.

It didn't take long. A few moments after he began fucking me, his voice increased in volume, and I knew he was about to come. I smashed my tits as tight against his cock as I could, and he finally exploded. He erupted all over my face, in my hair, and on my tits. He pumped until every drop was out, and I took him in my mouth, making sure that if there was any left, I could suck it out for him. As I sucked him, I played with my pussy again, performing both acts with fervor. I felt myself about to come again, and my body collapsed to the floor as it happened. I lay in the floor, covered in Master's cum, playing with my pussy and climaxing. He stood above me, watching, stroking himself gently. 

The last orgasm was just as amazing as the others. I lay in the floor for a moment, writhing as the orgasmic wave ripped through my body. Master stood watching me, seemingly happy that I had come for him again. I sat up on my elbows, looking at him as he began gathering his clothes from the floor. "Don't move," he ordered me. He grabbed his things, including his duffel bag, and ran out of the room. 

I lay on the floor, putting every drop of his cum into my mouth that I could. I waited for a few minutes, before I moved, and then curiosity got the best of me. I stood up, and wandered to the bedroom door. I saw and heard nothing. I walked down the stairs, past my now-ruined shirt that had been torn from my body, and began walking through the rest of my house. "Hello," I said. My voice echoed through the house. His clothing, shoes, and bag were gone. He left just as stealthily as he had entered.

My master was gone.

I went back upstairs to take a shower, and in the floor, I noticed he left something behind – the switchblade. I had no idea what to do with it, so I threw it into a catch-all drawer I have. If my ex-husband ever asks me about it, I'll tell him I got it to ward off attackers. 

I sat down at my computer later that day, still tingling from the events of that morning. There is no word in the English language to tell you how he made me feel. His hands, his tongue, his cock...everything he did was perfect. I felt liberated. I felt like I had been paroled from a sentence in solitary confinement. I have no concrete proof who it was that did all these things, but it would certainly appear to have been the one man that I would have allowed to do them. 

I checked my email, hoping for an email from him; nothing. I decided to send him a quick email, with the only thing I could think to say to him: "Please...don't be a stranger."